TROUBLE

She is definately trouble;
She is a very sneaky one;
She has even stalked me;
Wherever I go, she comes.

She is like a shadow in the night;
Her hair is midnight black.
She walks around so cautiously;
I always watch my back!

Yet when I have approached her;
She turns and runs away.
I then begin to wonder;
Is this a game of hers to play?

I have known her about four years;
And she has always been evasive;
I moved once since I've known her;
And she followed me to where I live!

I sometimes think she is the devil;
Hiding in her disguise.
If you look closely at her;
You can see it in her eyes!

Who is this creature from the darkness;
That taunts me wherever I am at?
I must confess I love her dearly;
She is "Trouble" my little black cat!

Betty Hawkins ©2003
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