Poetry by Jeff Green


Count Fluffy

by cricketjeff on October 24, 2007.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Count Fluffy wakes at dead of night
To stalk each silent street
Looking for her victims
On four soft and silent feet
Whenever it is daylight
She’s tucked up in her box
Waiting for the darkness
When she can pounce just like a fox
So if you see two greenish lights
Peering from the gloom
Better hope that it’s not Fluffy
And you’re going to meet your doom!