Sibling Rivalry
Meowing echoedAs she set on the prowl
Chasing the nightly sounds
Her emerald eyes found
The sqeaky mouse tearing a Hole
In a bag of some left over rolls
Sitting in silence she stalked her snack
But what she had not anticipated
was her brother behind her back
He had already done the same
At that moment he pounced on her prey
Would any left overs remain?
Not even a little she complained
@-}
He was not as clever
as he had hoped to portray
For the little nibbler had gotten away
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