For a moment there today, I couldn't remember whether it was "bated breath" or "baited breath." Just for a moment. Then I remember bated/abated, and realized it was the former. But I had already googled it, and thence came upon this little ditty by a poet unknown to me, Geoffrey Taylor. I could not resist pairing the poem with a photo pared from the Facebook page of author/artist Brian Floca, from his celebrated "Wildlife Photography, 23rd Street" series.
Clever, Cruel Cat
Sally, having swallowed cheese
Directs down holes the scented breeze
Enticing thus with baited breath
Nice mice to an untimely death.
Clever, cruel Sally! We could use her on the F train.
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Eek. We wee mice fall for that breathy bait all the time, don't we.
Great poem!
All those mice in the F train station? That would make one chubby, cruel, clever cat.
Thanks Brenda, that photo made my morning :)
My cats love cheese.
Poor mousie :P I rescue mice from my cats.
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