the cats fear the weed whacker's appending doom

noise chatters from a mountain

the man in mask
whip's a weed wacker

she calls out
" sophie, sophie"
the cats bell is nowhere

the weeds fly,
the nose runs,
=========
the itchy eyes water and the
weeds clear the field
but nowhere
the masses
running for their lives
not a one.
_____________________
_____________________
_____NOwhere
is the Christ
to warn them
of the weed whacker

she calls out
"kitties,
kitties,
sophie,
snoopy come here kit-kitt-kitties."

the nose will dry and the noise will die
and the cat will come in for a temptation-treat-goodie
and forget the appending doom
and sleep in my lap.