Cat’s Desire

The cat’s fixed glance is on the hedged walk.

Expectations rise;… she stares like a hawk.

Her tail-tip twitches like the hand of a clock;

With elegance and caution, she is on the stalk.

The minutes of waiting are painful and long.

Short mews change to an evensong;

Her moment of desire is coming along

With the milkman’s jug going pling, pling, plong.

A lap here, a lick there; eyes tight shut;

Savouring all of the white tonic, but

Ears alert, paws ready, for a short-cut,

Lest comes chasing ,the dog called Nut.