Beware dear mousey

cat D is stalking

primed to pounce

and visit devastation

upon your nest

of velvet down.

I've plinthed my claws;

a linen napkin

is coiled

round my neck

to mop red gravy

and sumptuous fat

when they dye

my twitching whiskers.

So, nestle close

little mouselings

make haste to scurry!