When I consider how my night is spent
Under the full light
Away from heat and sight
Creeping towards my prey
Quickly!
Before it scurries away.
Delivering the prize before my Grace
And making for the bed in haste!
Belly Haiku, By Dante
Your attention to snatch
A whine, a scratch
For the brush on my white patch!
Poems by Beth Pitchford with Dante, Milton and Grace as the Muses
