The Cats

If you awake at sunset
You will hear them play,
A sound that’s so electric
It rocks the town away

The drums are beating steady
The bass is at a low
The guitar sends a shiver
From you spine and down below

They sit upon a balcony
Humming tunes away
Sometimes the sax just plays a part
Just like it has today

They call them Feline Frenzy
They never miss a beat
They are creatures of the night
By day they walk the street,

Rattling at your windows
Banging on the walls
Toes tapping up and down
With music that just calls

You may come across them
But many fail to look
The bass sitting behind the bins
The cat reading the music book

Sitting at the piano
Strumming on the bass
With what may be an accident?
It’s done with so much grace

But may just dismiss the thought
They think it is quite a lark
But can’t explain the noise they hear
Just shortly after dark

You feline dance’s quite the step
It shows you where it’s at
If you don’t see the signs my friend
They you don’t know your cat

So carefully watch your kitty
It will give you a hint or three
It shows you that it has the beat
And sings the melody

Dancing in the attic
Singing sweet each note
Swinging to the jazz
That they so cleverly wrote

And when you hear upon your roof
Or hear the applause of rats
Open your window and listen close
To the sound they call The Cats!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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