we swerve missing her
cat looks remorseful
no, detecting a sneaky grin
hunter hunted
she flexes muscles
then sits
to leisurely wash paws
you, she seems to say,
have to be quicker.
sniggering nine lives intact
perennial boarder
broken stems
lie tyre smashed
she glares
not my fault
metaphorically shrugging
she saunters off.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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