I bounce
because there ain’t much meat to the ounce.
I sniff ‘em out and pounce.
Not much fight
in them mousies.
“Love to eat them mousies…!”
I bounce
because it’s mousies I have to trounce.
Till it’s Caribou time.
That’s when I flounce.
Posted at dVerse Poets Pub, Quadrille night. The magic word for the night is “bounce.”
Art by B. Kliban
Life in Portofino 
Nice poem.
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Thank you! Just a bit of nature study mixed with silliness.
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Sheer delight! Love what you’ve done with the internal rhymes, and the photo is perfect!
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Thank you! Which photo? I’m partial to the Kliban song on the coffee cup.
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The bouncing wolf! Brilliant!
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Thank you! (again)
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Love the cat cup! 😉
Love the voice you’ve taken on in this. That bouncy wild dog. We’ve all got that in us, I think.
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Dog?!? Shhh! That’s a white wolf. You’ll hurt her feelings. Glad you enjoyed it!
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Dog?!? Shhh! That’s a white wolf. You’ll hurt her feelings. Glad you enjoyed it! Um, actually, I think it’s a gray wolf….
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I KNEW there was a Kliban quote even before scrolling down! Love how you got into the wolf’s voice and that twist at the end – flounce. You are a master-crafter of words, Charley!
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It all started when I began watching Bullwinkle as a child. It’s what you do when you are deprived of the greater children’s literature. I’m glad you liked this!
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Utterly delightful!
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Thank you! Just something that I threw together. The words led me…
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Yes and even harder to catch in the snow!! Good post!
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Thank you! Indeed, the only thing that’s easy to catch in the snow is your death. 🙂
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Ha Ha! Which format!!
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I really like your title, Charley. Yeah, save the real effort for the Caribou getting by on them mousies -)
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Thank you!
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Clever rhythm
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I’m glad you like it!
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We can thank Bullwinkle for this pleasant interlude!
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…and most things of value in life. 🙂
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Before I saw the mug I said “that is Kilban the cat”! Love that cat! Great poem!
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Kliban is the greatest. Glad you liked the poem!
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Fun play with all those “round” word, as Kim (I think) called bounce. Makes me want to use them for a formidable villanelle.
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Oh, that might be fun! Be sure to link me when you’re done.
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Very cool!!❤❤
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Thank you!
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Splendid, Charley!
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Thank you! Glad you liked it!
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I think that wolf is just playing with those ‘mousies’, I think the caribou might want to hide though.
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Actually, you should watch Never Cry Wolf. It’ll change your opinion about wolves and their diets. Glad you liked the poem!
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I fear the little mousies flee in panic for the bouncing … but what should a wolfie do when there’s no Caribou?
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And no take-out, too! I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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I love the wolf’s voice in your quadrille, Charley. It reminded me of my cat, Luna:
‘I sniff ‘em out and pounce.
Not much fight
in them mousies.
“Love to eat them mousies…!”
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I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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Oh, lordy. I love this. 🙂
“I bounce
because there ain’t much meat to the ounce.”
“Not much fight
in them mousies.”
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After a mouse the caribou must be a challenging target.
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Actually, I would think after a summer of Caribou, the pesky mice would be the more challenging target. It’s all in our perspective! 🙂
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