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