Sylvester Cat and Maurey Mouse
He sits on the shelf
Just ready to pounce.
No sound or no movement,
Nothing to announce.
While little Maurey Mouse
Chomps away with delight,
Dwarfed by the cans
Of Pepsi and Sprite.
What a grand place
A pantry can be,
Goodies spilled everywhere
Generously.
Today Maurey's feasting
On peanuts slightly roasted.
Yesterday it was croutons
Buttered and toasted.
He feels he's being followed.
The feeling grows bolder.
Two dark beady eyes,
Loom over his shoulder.
Sylvester waits patiently
On the very top shelf.
Pickings are slim for him,
And he's hungry, himself.
He waits and he watches,
Not making a sound.
Any second now,
He's geared up to bound.
The door quickly opens.
Kids are home from school.
Poor old Sylvester
Is left there to drool.
I'm sure I saw a smile
Cross little Maurey's face.
This pantry has become
His favorite place.
Come down Sylvester.
Your dinner awaits.
Oh no, it's little Maurey
Wiping Fiskers from his face.
So tune in tomorrow
For the next episode.
Does Sylvester catch Maurey,
Or does he explode?
This cat and mouse game
Is too much for the old chap.
Right now all he wants,
Is to cat-nap.
To be continued.
Next episode, The Race Is On
Host Deeny
By Mariannajo
© 2010 Mariannajo
(All rights reserved)
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