the game of pushing

The black macc dog

The tall tree bids welcome

The dog sits down licking its ears

Itching to get into action

The shadow descends from the sky

The black macc dog stares

The eyes glow imagining all sort of things

A black cat runs into the shade

“What are you doing here?

I have my snooze you disturb me”

“I have a case to report”

“Now what case black cat?”

“I saw a mouse

Carrying away a big cheese

In the house over there”

“Don't you worry black cat”

The shadow lowers itself

The black macc dog licks it

Barking loudly eyes glowing

The black cat runs for its life

“You are suppose to catch the rat

You don't have to ask me to do it

You are a lazy fat black cat

What have you been doing?”

The black cat runs back

The house seems quiet

The owners all gone for holidays

The black cat walks silently

The cheese has gone

No doubt about it

Climb up the table to look

There is nothing to see

In the distance the black macc dog

Barking under the big shadowy tree

“I can't help you black cat

You have to catch it yourself”