Cats Don’t Drink Tea

A poem

Photo by Danica Stradecke on Unsplash

Whiskers tense
Pupils dilated
CONCENTRATION
One paw raised, quivering,
A delicious moment of anticipation,
As she decides whether to attack
Tasty prey under the blanket
And I watch the tiny predator’s every move
So I can withdraw my hand under the blanket
Just as she jumps, a complex algorithm
Crucial to save my hand
from being crucified again.