the cat is asleep
under the sink
in a cubby she found
dark and discrete
while lazing away
the day-light in dreams
a troupe of mice
practice and preen
little they know
during her doze
she hears the dance
of little mice toes
when night arrives
she awakes with a grin
promenades to the ball
and the slaughter begins
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Hello,
I love your poem! I think it could use a better title, though. Maybe "Dreaming Huntress"? The flow of words is easy and fluid. (Please do write about your cats because you do it so well!) Nice rhyming, too! I have four cats, my constant companions. And I wouldn't part with any of them! I really liked these lines:
little they know
during her doze
she hears the dance
of little mice toes
always, Cat