A Special Day

A SPECIAL DAY I must tell what I witnessed one cold winter day All the neighborhood strays came forth, but not to foray They gathered front the most central house on the street A striped tiger cat stood on a limb, licking his feet Fat Princess Persian came out on her porch, so proud Said, “What is this about, Martin,” said it quite loud Martin L. Kitty rose up, with dignity, looked all around The huge entourage settled, made not a sound I have a dream,” said Martin Luther Kitty, “ that all strays get good treatment, their fair share of pity, That the underhouse dwellings no longer be spaces of starving birth, starving death But the neighborhood populace share a small portion of wealth If you can’t take us in, then a bowl of kibbles on the stoop will do” Fat Persian Princess answered with a twitch, an uppity “Meee-ewww” Enough said, the whiskered hoard rose up, returned silently to their homes, Under house, under porch, under deck – the catacombs