Dozy Cat

This dozy cat sits on my kitchen windowsill, a reminder of my two puss cats no longer with us. Brother and sister, they were always competing. Here's an extract from a longer poem in their memory.

all day he sits
on the mound
holds his ground
still as a stone
waiting his chance
when a bird
will fall
into his lap,
his luck
is crap
and he strolls
with studied
nonchalance
back home
to supper,
meanwhile
she hunts all day
lines up her prey
on the step
four voles
a tiny tit
one mouse
and inexplicably
a small fish,
she hides
by the door
till he appears
stops dead
in his tracks
what a catch!
can he pass it off
as his own?
no chance
she leaps
with a prance
not a glance
in his direction
just a general
cockiness
and a dance
of victory
and the rest
is history