Grace's Revenge
By Cynthia S.
I banished them from my room
for reasons entirely clear
they bite my toes, hide my watch
to drive me nuts, I fear.
Alarm clock rings, I’m up,
brew Kona for a treat,
open my door, cats lying there
glaring at my feet.
Out in the kitchen, cooking,
I'm planning out my day;
George wanders by, rubs my legs
Grace goes off to play.
Coffee in hand, I go
perusing morning's inbox,
four pound demon leaps to my head
giving me clawful shocks.
From head to desk she climbs
pretending she's unseen,
drops her paw into my cup,
"Gracie, you don’t need caffeine!â€Â
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