I am constantly struggling with meter in my rhyming poems. I was relatively pleased with the outcome of this poem, but it’s not quite there yet. I seem to always end up writing about cats...
And over they drove, through the pass and the hills
Where their angular brother and his three cats survived.
But surrounded by thieves who were heavily armed.
The cats and the brothers would soon apprehend
The ignomious thieves who had dared to break in.
They brought back their brother, back home at daylight.
The brothers returned to their wives and their brats,