Nighttime falls
and the world comes alive.
The hunt is on
and on this thrill, I thrive.
The grasses sway
and the crickets chirp.
As I lay in wait
for the sneaky perp.
Whiskers twitch
and eyes are wide.
And like a lion
I hunt with pride.
The hunt is on
and on this thrill, I thrive.
Nighttime falls
and the world comes alive.
The noise and the heat
are enough to ruin my day,
under this fur I swelter
and you expect me to play!
Perhaps another family
has heard of central air
and understands the pain
of mixing heat with long hair.
I can’t move an inch,
in this desert that’s so dry.
Oh, you have a fish?
Well, I guess I could try.
Meow, meow, MEOW!
Oh, do you hear me now?
The sun is rising,
Heathen, wake up!
Every morning is the same.
Really, this is no time for
sleep.
Dawn is breaking so get your
ass out of bed.
Yes, it’s time for breakfast.
Autumn Siders 