What does Spunk see?
It’s a mystery to me
It’s outside the house
Could be a mouse
Not likely a grouse
A rat, I suppose
Or a cat, who knows
How to make Spunk hiss
And lunge at the glass
With a resounding bang
Makes us jump
Quite insane
What Does Spunk See?
Off Center & Not Even 
Spunk is a dear kitty. I remember when he was brought into the fold and wanting to name him Sputnik.
Thanks, Lavinia.
Well, so long as it is not that rose. Though it would be nice to know before he breaks his nose… sorry…
Thanks, Shey.
That way lies madness…
For sure. Thanks, Couriers.
Spunk’s a great intruder alarm… whatever intrudes. Hehe!
He works hard to keep us safe. Thanks, Incy.
Bless ’em all!
Love your poem, Tim. What does he see, indeed? Does he enjoy the rose? Does he just want to gaze on its beauty or does he wonder what it would look like if he put claws to it and shred it to pieces? It could be anything, really 🙂
Thanks, Dale.
Fun poem to compliment a peacefully sleeping Spunk.
Thanks, Brad.
Great poem! I needed Spunk earlier. I had a chipmunk in the house!
I left the front door open and thank goodness it went out. I have no idea how it got in! 😳
Thanks, Nancy.
Hmm, I think Spunk is up to something.
Always. Thanks, Liz.
You’re welcome, Tim.
LOL!!! The back-and-forth photos between the roses and Spunk is so cute! And I love the angle of seeing Spunk’s nose and paws! Hahaha! 🤣 Those roses are absolutely amazing in clarity!
Thanks, Samantha.
Great poem of Spunk and gorgeous flowers
Thanks, Miriam.
Spunkie Poo 💋!!!
Tim, maybe it has something to do with dogs?
He’s on hyper, uber alert.
Gorgeous blooms. xx
Maybe he thinks mice look like dogs now. Thanks, Resa.
LOL! Could be…. could be!
Love your poem trying to depict what spunk is afraid of and keeping you on your toes. Might it be a snake but they aren’t wild of the rain. Gorgeous 🌹’s, Tim!
Thanks, Cindy.
LOL
Thanks, Dawn.
Ah Spunk you are the best!
Thanks, Julie.
Who you tryin’ to get crazy with ése?
Don’t you know I’m loco?
To the one on the flamboyant tip
I’ll just toss that ham in the frying pan
Like spam, feel done when I come in slam
Damn, I feel like the Son of Sam
(literally the least offense lines in that lyric hehehe).
Nice, ése! We call each other ése with many explatives added to it out here. Thanks, Brian.