Sunday, January 22, 2012

Crafty Cat


Crafty Cat 
(written in 1962 when I was 16)

His dainty, well formed paws,
That hide his sharpened claws
Pad softly from floor to floor
As he follows me from door to door.

I wonder what he thinks of,
As following me he goes.
His green almond eyes upon me,
Seeming never, ever to close.

His shiny, sleekly soft black fur
And his ever so unpretentious purr
Make up just one of his many sides
Crafty camouflage , under which his true nature hides

I wonder what he thinks of,
As following me he goes.
His green almond eyes upon me,
Seeming never, ever to close.

His true nature is one of keenness,
That goes with his nasty meow,
His true nature is one of meanness,
I sense it’s presence now.

I wonder what he thinks of,
As following me he goes.
His green almond eyes upon me,
Seeming never, ever to close.

The end to this game is very near.
I have pushed my luck a little, a little far I fear.
This cat is very wicked, upon that you may rely,
I must hurry quickly, or I shall surely die.

I wonder what he thinks of,
As following me he goes.
His green almond eyes upon me,
Seeming never, ever to close.

Yes, this is the time for me to retire
To my house within a house,
For everyone knows fate is tempted
When a cat is after me, a mouse!

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