The trials of Misty

Misty: An angel when asleep.

A head poking into a handbag.
Pops out with something in mouth.
Eyes darting, off at a run.
Like the mist, the treasure hidden.

Misty, the smart little thief.
I’ve caught her in action.
Through my laughter, I scold.
She lets her treasure go.

Give her five minutes.
She’s off again searching.
Stuff on the table or in bags.
Nothing is safe if spotted.

I hear sounds from the kitchen.
The thief has struck again.
From the rack a spoon taken.
Paws like hockey sticks at play.

Up to mischief every second.
Lost items turn up tattered.
Covered with teeth marks.
It has Misty written all over.

Should I change her name?
From Misty to Mischief.
Or Mystic; Mischievous,
Not Mistake, as in adopting her.

Time out in the cage she gets.
She’s an angel when locked up.
Out of the cage a switched kitten.
The angel turned mischief.

By C.E. Pereira


Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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