Big yellow eyes stare up at you
wanting you to pick up the string.
Meows to remind you
or else your slippers get attacked.
Pouncing and prowling
waiting for a chance to strike
as the string moves aimlessly
unsure of what it wants in this life.
The string is hers to destroy
and the chewed ends prove it.
She is adorable and I love her.
My miniature panther Midnight.
Saturn's Premier Poet 