Otis, I notice

Is quite into bugs

She’ll chase after wetas

And follow the slugs

She’ll poke at their feelers

With tentative paws

And sniff at the slime trails

Crossing the floors

The wetas will poke back

With big spiny legs

And cling to her fur

Like ugly clothes pegs

The slugs will just slither

They never get stuck

But their slime is revolting

And make her paws yuck

I don’t know why cats

Think that insects are cool

But Otis, I notice,

Is a bug-chasing fool.