Fursday Furspective

“PREY” – a poem

Out in the yard,
Grass green beneath.
Pause, eat – a rush.
Eyes up and on.

Birds sing, danger?
Don’t know. Only flee.
Run to safety.
Dark shadows – hide.

Then I run again,
Scamper quick, fast.
Have to find food.
Have to go home.

Claws grab at me,
I’m lifted up.
Squeal, fear, then relax.
Arms of safety.

I’m carried back to my cage,
And am gently placed down.


It’s all a matter of furspective,

Dusty xx

Posted in From the Piggy Lips
4 comments on “Fursday Furspective
  1. Well done! The safety of the cage is sometimes everything…..

    Hugs, Sammy

  2. Whew! That was a scary poem, but it love the happy ending.

    Love and licks,

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