The cat in the box...
Looking sly as a fox...
Was he wearing dog socks...
That’s quite the paradox...
In the box the cat sits...
Thinking Kibbles ‘n Bits...
At the end of his wits...
Chooses greens eggs and grits...
......
I know. I know.
they are limited, have different
needs and
concerns.
but I watch and learn from them.
I like the little they know,
which is so
much.
......
I've finally caught up with the cat
which has been terrorising my chicken coop.
That little black witch of a cat-
lays motionless in the sack in which I have it bound.
I'm watching it like God,
My eyes are every where
Counting the number of fallen chicks
all the pieces of drumsticks layn to waste.
I shall boil the cat in hot cooking oil and then leave it for the vultures to finish off.
No, that would be much too expensive.
......
Cozy, snuggly, curled up tight
People think I'm sleeping, but that is far from being right,
With one eye open, the other tightly shut
I plough the very trade refined by every cat.
Quiet adoration amongst the whispered sighs
For this wonderful creation, nature's wily prize.
And all the while I'm lounging, perched upon my throne
Surveying my domain from this place I call home.
I'm fed and duly watered, patted when I wish,
My life a constant slumber, something I call Bliss,
......
Will the sun always shine...
Even on a rainy day...
Will there always be sunlight...
So the kids come out to play...
Will the birds always sing...
So their music fills the air...
Will you always love me...
Will you always care...
......
Cozy, snuggly, curled up tight
People think I'm sleeping, but that is far from being right,
With one eye open, the other tightly shut
I plough the very trade refined by every cat.
Quiet adoration amongst the whispered sighs
For this wonderful creation, nature's wily prize.
And all the while I'm lounging, perched upon my throne
Surveying my domain from this place I call home.
I'm fed and duly watered, patted when I wish,
My life a constant slumber, something I call Bliss,
......
Three precocious pussies...
Engaged in a séance one stormy night...
Upon hearing some loud angry hisses...
They scampering off in scaredy-cat fright...
Connecting with their many lost lives...
In what became a ouija obsession...
These three precocious little tabbies...
Fell into a demonic possession...
......
Will the sun always shine...
Even on a rainy day...
Will there always be sunlight...
So the kids come out to play...
Will the birds always sing...
So their music fills the air...
Will you always love me...
Will you always care...
......
The cat in the box...
Looking sly as a fox...
Was he wearing dog socks...
That’s quite the paradox...
In the box the cat sits...
Thinking Kibbles ‘n Bits...
At the end of his wits...
Chooses greens eggs and grits...
......
Pussycat, pussycat, where have you been?
I’ve been to the cemetery to visit my late master...
Pussycat, pussycat, what did you do there?
I tried to awake her by scratching the plaster...
Pussycat, pussycat, did she wake up from her sleep?
I was unable to wake her so I rested near her feet...
Pussycat, pussycat, what then did you do?
I chased away a mouse who was nibbling on her shoe...
......