The seasons change
and so does my coat,
leaving you to drown
in this hair filled moat.
Just try to kiss me
and you will find
a beard of fur
is quite divine.
Lost is one thing
that I will never be
since I leave in my wake
little pieces of me.
The seasons change
and so does my coat,
leaving you to drown
in this hair filled moat.
Just try to kiss me
and you will find
a beard of fur
is quite divine.
Lost is one thing
that I will never be
since I leave in my wake
little pieces of me.
I know something is wrong,
I can tell from the tears
that seep into my fur,
that much is clear.
I know someone is missing,
though not where he’s gone
and I know that I miss him
but tomorrow’s a new dawn.
I know why the tears are shed
and I’ll allow them for now.
My fur can dry your tears
while I cry out, meow.
So I’m gonna’ eat you
Like I’m gonna’ lose you
I’m gonna’ hold you
Like you’re running away
Wherever you’re standing
I won’t take you for granted
’cause I’ll never know when
When I’ll run out of mice
–
Ferocious,
Elegant,
Lithe,
Intelligent,
Nuanced,
Evil.
I groom and I groom
but will I ever be clean?
How can this job be finished
since I must look like a queen?
Being a feline is not easy
since the work is never done.
But I’ll look good doing it
even if the work is no fun.
Today time will spring ahead
leaving a whole hour in the dust.
That’s an hour I could have had in bed
to sleep and snooze as I must.
So now I must find a way instead
to rework my schedule and adjust.
I think I’ll spend the whole day in bed
sleeping through this distrust.
If you ever asked,
I would never really tell,
but I have this favorite toy
that I love so well.
It’s not a mouse or bird,
nor does it crunch or ring,
it holds no catnip at all
but I sure can make it sting.
It’s not a red dot that you
expect me to chase up a wall
but sometimes the color red is present
if I can make my big toy fall.
Have you figured it out yet
about what I like to do
since after all my favorite toy
looks an awful lot like you.
You say you’ve got to leave
as you’re walking out the door,
so what am I to believe?
I’m shaken to the core.
It’s not that I want you to stay,
in fact I don’t mind at all.
The longer you stay away,
the more I’ll have a ball.
So leave if you think you must
and know that I’ll be just fine
after all who can you trust
if not a mischievous feline?
A mouse on the run
is a joy indeed
knowing that the kill
it the only thrill I need.
Just to catch a glimpse,
I would wait for days
in this same spot
just waiting to graze.
You might think I am asleep
and my eyes may be closed
but still I’ll catch my prey;
I only need to use my nose.
I still can’t believe
you let her do that to me
how embarrassing it was
and you just didn’t see.
I looked you right in the eye
and pleaded for your help.
Still, you stood your ground,
perhaps I should have yelped.
I guess it is all over now
and you claim it was for the best
but how I’ll be teased,
you know cats love speaking in jest.
Forgive you, I may not,
but forget I’d like to do
so find me a fish this moment
so I can forget all about you.