Thundering pawsteps
crash along the floor,
watch out, they're
coming around for more!
Fatal war with a
jovial core, it's like
a sadistic game of 'it'.
Morning's light bursts
through clouds and
Seth and Sadiw scour
the land for suitable
combat arenas.
Streaks of ginger in
my peripheral vision,
wham! Too slow,
they strike with
lightning precision.
Back and forth,
we've been over
this, but repitition
allows perfection.
Sadie! Sadie! What a
lady! Quite the stoic
and sexy, maybe. Seth,
oh Seth, he won't
settle for less, tactile
Prince of miaowing
gingerness.
Obsessions with black
bags aside, Seth and
Sadie won't be denied -
What they seek, they
see, and usually, they
leave little over for
you and for me.
Harriet the Rat would
like a look-in, but she's
stuck in a transparent
prison.
Seth and Sadie begin
again, Seth and Sadie
try to eat my pen,
the word tastes
so good to them.
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