In the baby’s breath of morning
With the sun’s face warmly calling
Came a sound outside my window
I spied there a fine feline fellow
Shining coat, eyes of yellow
Black and white, lithe and rippling
Exotic moment; I felt like Rudyard Kipling
Psssht! Said I, dressed in my bedroom array
Surprised, tail saluting he scurried quickly sidling away
Later at the breakfast table
Between the bites of oats and maple
Outside, rustling green leaves in the orange tree’s 2nd
story
Up the branch padded the cat in all his stalking glory
Out came I to offer him helping arms and hands
But his fierce and glowering look spoke of other plans
So I went back into the house, onto coffee, sugar and cream
As I grabbed my leather bag to leave, I heard the mouser scream
Cup, bag and keys in hand, I rushed out the back door
Mr. 9 lives was in the garden, like a dragon on the moor
What hobbit had he seen that spooked his lives to 8?
As a giant I peered down intently through the many flowers sweet
Senses alerted but finding naught and the hour was getting late
When suddenly he pounced back into the flora bed, earnestly in a crouch
But something moved, and with hair straight and his back up in
an arch
The puss jumped high and away from his march, right out of his boots
As something prehistoric hissed and backed into the bushy roots
The big Lizard’s tail switched violently as I caught his
terrible gaze
In an instant the fairy monster had disappeared into the greenery’s
maze
The kitten wanted to pursue, but with water I shoo’d him
away
Then I went off to office work and he to sunny play.
