Outer Space Cat
I watched in the dark shadows, hidden by the brick wall.
The cat was magical, he leaned back but did not fall.
He was getting instructions from a spaceship so high.
I heard him arguing a bit, but then he added with a sigh
I will do as you say, but you have to give me power.
It was a mystical thing to say, at this witching hour.
Three a.m. and why was I awake anyway so early today?
I wanted to leave, but curiosity would not take me away.
The cat nodded and turned, staring into the bushes hard.
I was shocked to death, feeling quivery as yesterday’s lard.
His eyes narrowed and he stared right at my eyes.
I held a hand over my mouth, scared with enormous surprise.
He was a powerful cat from outer space you see.
And I did not want this magical tom coming after me.
Luckily, the smell of tuna down the street got his attention.
Allowing me to sneak away, with no real contention.
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