The cat is in absolute bliss.

A mouse in catatonic state,

Awaiting its foreboding fate,

… Its inners about to dehisce,

Hoping a ‘bored’ cat will dismiss.

When the mog turns its head away,

Mouse comes out to gleefully play,

Thinking; he is now on cloud nine,

And mouse life is now, quite divine,

Oblivious – to the next flay!

Post inspired by Ronovan’s Weekly Decima Prompt #27 Bliss. Please click through for the rules if you, too, would like to join in.

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