Even yards have electric fences,
to keep the robbers away
and even small kittens use their common senses
to learn to pass over very carefully or not to stray
and the first initial shock brings a precarious gait
that is hard earned experience
that learns them to wait,
when they creep pass, inch by tiny inch.
© Gert Strydom
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