Free Poetry Monday– When the cat’s away

We watch her drive
the Suburban down
the dirt road.

Knees on the couch
we watch her go
we time our watches

An hour-
to run through the house
screaming like banshees

An hour-
to eat the chocolate
hidden in our drawers

An hour-
to climb trees
to make mud pies
to sniff the roses

Cause when the cat’s away
the mice
have a heck of a good time