SILKEN PLUNDER

SILKEN PLUNDER

Buddy and Bigsy squared off on the bed

Each eying the pillow for his own furry head.

World-renowned Buddy, dog of wonder

Longed to own that silken plunder.

The pillow is mine hissed Bigsy the cat

With eyes that spoke about things like that.

Face to face, tensions mounted

Whiskers twitched, minutes counted…

Then: yelping, snarling, sniping and, growling;

Neighbors were quite sure they heard yowling

Tempers flared

Teeth were bared…

“Where are my sweeties? “sang a voice from the hall

“Treats in the kitchen for one and for all!”

A rumble and tumble of dog and of cat

Out they came running—yes, just like that.

Jumping and playing as feisty pets do…

Tired heads on a pillow-- perfect for two.

RTA, 8/24/2015