Mam

All the people in the room
Shook.
Was it an earthquake ?
What could it possibly be?
Claws
scraped
along
the plastic.
The curtain
jived around .
My mother,
close to getting the brush,
To wack this lump,
As if it could be someone’s
hand…
We pulled the curtain round,
And we heard a sound,
Along with the sight of whiskers,
Smiling at us,
‘Mam! Don’t worry
It’s only the Cat!’

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