Nellie

A little poem that I wrote a while ago... some weekends are just meant for lazy times on the deck...

She sits watching the firefly's in their nightly dance,

Listening closely for the sounds of intrusion,

She waits tensely for her chance-

seeing only fleetingly that it is nothing more than an illusion.

With her head held high,

Avoiding the looks of indignation,

She sits on eminence,

Waiting for praises of exultation-

For they will come, surely they will

It's only a matter of time for her very first kill.

Then in the half moon light

She sees her prey,

Stalking... stalking quietly, so as not

to alarm into exodus flight

She leaps into action, teeth bared and ready

to fill her belly.

For such is the desire of a Jack Russel named Nellie.