Cat Poems: The Tonbridge Standoff

Poet Teresa Harrison-Best shares cat poems periodically on our Facebook page.  Check out this latest:

The Tonbridge Stand Off

cat poemsThe garden was their war zone,
and duelling had begun.
A cacophony of yowling,
just as the day was done.

The hissing, wails and growling
now reaching fever pitch.
No turning down this racket
as there was no volume switch.

Two figures in the twilight,
both curving in and out.
Tails more like a yard brush
were swishing roundabout.

Those toms were planning mayhem
that plot was up for grabs.
With bristles at the ready
and claws set out for jabs!

Who would be the victor?
Neither would give in.
With intensifying decibels
they made a dreadful din.

The sound was now ear piercing
and neighbours twitched their drapes.
Each tom was at full throttle,
It was time for me to traipse.

I gathered up the dustbin lid
and charged out of the door.
Suddenly the shapes just fled
and the yowling was no more.

Just sitting down to have rest,
the boys set off again.
With yowling, shrieking decibels
neither would abstain.

The dustbin lid was clanged once more
and again the sound when dead.
Next time I heard my warring tom,
was him snoring on my bed!

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Written by Karen


Karen is Publisher of Fully Feline. She also owns a pet care business in Overland Park, KS called Joy of Living.