Poezja

Like a mouse in it's hole
I wait at the door
And peek silently outside
Nose to the floor
That cat is out there
He's hiding somewhere
But I swear I'm harder to find

I'm so small and so quick
My body dark and slick
I could easily past him behind

But that cat is at my door
Claws gnawing on the floor
So, is it better to try or to hide?