The Cat
I slipped into the room since I was so curious
But then I found the truth of the room to be spurious.
The door had closed and there I was
More afraid of that room than of a hornet's buzz.
I darted about without a thought
Of what my long tail hitting one of them might have wrought.
But the window was there and perhaps an escape
From this room...this doom...this terrible scrape.
Alas it was closed so my escape route gone
So many thoughts raced through my head from there on.
I had to hope for someone to come in
That my escape out the door that was closed might begin.
To get to that door though, I had to cross the room
I'd prefer to ride on that old witch's broom.
So afraid of that room had I become
I started meowing for someone to come.
As I sat and meowed and waited with fear
No footsteps outside the room did I hear.
Never again, as I meowed in vain
Would I ever want to find a room with this bane.
This one room made me a nervous wreck
Next time I promised not to stick out my neck.
For here I was, just a long tailed but curious cat
In a room full of rocking chairs...trying to scat.
The expression is: "More nervous that a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs".
Copyright © Daniel Cwiak | Year Posted 2010
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