This is a silly little poem I made up when I was searching in my house for Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood.
“Cat’s Eye”
Cat’s Eye, Cat’s Eye
Where are you Cat’s Eye?
“I need you to read you,”
I said with a sigh.
Are you shelved?
Are you boxed?
Are you in
With the socks?
I’ve looked high
I’ve looked low
I’ve searched
To and fro.
Oh there you are,
You little minx.
The Eye was hidden
‘Til I saw it blink.
I saw it peer at me,
There in the stacks.
So I took it out,
Then I put it back.
I’ll read you now
In a day or three.
That’s what you get
For hiding from me.
—by Michelle M.
Should I switch minx to lynx? Pondering. . .
Minx or lynx works… I love it!
I love it! So great. (I like minx personally.)
Now that’s cute!
lynx gives alliteration, one of those poetic devices.
well done
Fun poem and one I really relate to.
That was so much fun! Margaret Atwood would be proud of you.