Cat sitting
I came to sit for a lovely home
A week of quiet, time alone
When I arrived, all seemed well
A tidy home, as I could tell
Excitement flowing through my veins
I turned the knob and took the reins
But what I found, to my surprise
Ten furry tails and twenty eyes
Trash was strode about the room
Nowhere in sight, was there a broom
2 black cats stared me down
Bowls lie empty on the ground
A Siamese, untied my lace
I met the floor with little grace
Two orange Toms were mocking me
Then a third, if you’ll believe
A tabby wove between my feet
This one, it seemed, rather sweet
A hiss rung out somewhere behind
All claws and teeth, twas eight and nine
The next one, big, but face unclear
While swinging on the chandelier
Unsteady claws flew about my head
“Get down right now! Get down!”, I said
I balled my fist to make him weary
Only then I saw him way more clearly
His golden eyes bore right through me
With sharpened teeth, primed to chew me
My fumbling fingers, found the switch
And lit the room, without a hitch
I must admit, when there was light
My eyes clinched shut and wished for night
As the week came to a close
I felt a tickle attack my nose
A bit choked up, to say farewell
Yet downright glad to exit Hell
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