my rat friend
lives in my garage.
i feed him
kibble, neat.
friend owl is hungry as well--
they play cat-and-mouse.
moon is high
owl on the branch waits.
neighbor has
a floodlight.
when it shuts off, rat comes out.
so far so good, bud.
in summer
a hawk eats pigeons
rat is safe.
in winter
i watch owl watch my rat friend
feasting in the dark.
___________
a shadorma for Dverse OLN.
"owl be watching you" hahaha :-D I enjoyed this owl and rat in a game of cat and mouse.
ReplyDeleteSounds like the rat has some worries with the owl watching. Here if the hawk is hungry he will swipe up a muskrat from the lake.
ReplyDeleteWhat a cat and mouse game. Who is watching who but I think in the end, it will be the one who is hungry the most who will enjoy the feast.
ReplyDeleteHa... I think the owl will win in the end... owls are so patient.
ReplyDeleteHard not to sympathize with the rat these days...with hungry predators and freeze all around us. Winter with all its threat is very alive in this poem. Excellent use of the form.
ReplyDeleteThe game tensions the slippery wires you write poetry by, friend. You never quite know what's gonna commence going down and the expectation alone is worth the price of admission.
ReplyDeletesuch a fun tightly packed poem with a cliff hanger ending - enjoyed with several re-reads
ReplyDeleteWhy does this feel as desolate as the world, where a lone voice calls out that trite old quote from yesterday's riot, "Can't we all get along?!" Cat-and-mouse, dog-eat-dog, and all we can do is watch and do what we can to quench the "hunger" that drives the engine of the "kill or be killed" survivalism. Oh for the day when the lion will lay down with the lamb!
ReplyDeleteThat owl stalks what is warm and safe. It all can go in a swoop of wings and talons.
ReplyDeleteDeadly nature plays it's games....life and death continually.
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