Every now and again I dabble in poetry. I'm not any great shakes like my daughter but I enjoy it just the same. This little poem came to me...well, you'll see how it came to me. I hope you enjoy it!
Dear me, oh my, what could that be
Hiding behind the drapery?
A Bengal tiger of orange and black?
An ocelot with a spotted back?
A cheetah sleek and built for speed?
A leopard and his prey both treed?
A puma sunning on a rock?
A bobcat eying a farmer's flock?
Or mayhap hidden behind my drape
The shadow lion casting a fearsome shape?