Cats

One minute he’s by you Sitting on a chair The next minute you look He’s no longer there. Every door is closed But he’s not to be found. That confounded cat has Slipped through the ground. You’ll very soon learn Not to search the place He’ll return when he wants Superior look on his face. I’ve finally come to A radical conclusion Cats get a kick from Causing confusion. Cats have this gift of Causing human hypertensions. By casually slipping through Between parallel dimensions Where they sit and observe Their human’s frustration Trying to solve an Impossible situation. Having caused despair They suddenly elect To return to the present To observe the effect Of one minute being observed Sitting quietly on a chair And the very next instant No longer being there.