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

I think I posted this poem a long time ago; however, it is just a fun poem and fits today.

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