Fine Feline Fellow

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 2^nd 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.