Cat's got your???

Patch the cat was amusing us last night with her hunting/playing antics in the back yard.  We assumed she was mole hunting.  I wish it had been a mole.  As you can see from the dead grass, they are messing up my yard--dead spots, tunnels, craters.

Unfortunately it was this narrow fellow she was taunting!

A narrow Fellow in the Grass

BY EMILY DICKINSON

A narrow Fellow in the Grass

Occasionally rides –

You may have met Him - Did you not

His notice sudden is –

The Grass divides as with a Comb –

A spotted Shaft is seen,

And then it closes at your Feet

And opens further on –

He likes a Boggy Acre   

A Floor too cool for Corn –

But when a Boy, and Barefoot

I more than once at Noon

Have passed, I thought, a Whip lash

Unbraiding in the Sun

When stooping to secure it

It wrinkled, and was gone –

Several of Nature’s People

I know and they know me –

I feel for them a transport

Of Cordiality –

But never met this Fellow

Attended or alone

Without a tighter Breathing

And Zero at the Bone.

Source: The Poems of Emily Dickinson: Variorum Edition (Harvard University Press, 1998)