The Pleasure of Her Company

- - - - - - - I once had an old calico cat She was born in a barn On a farm down the road She would race around the new mown hay Chasing mice at play Putting on a wild display She was known to be a shrew Several chickens she pursued Was known to chase an old hound too A bit of a brat She thought herself a Super-cat! My intentions were genuine Deep with affection… I had just seen a movie About a man with the gift He would whisper to horses…and turn them into bliss Well, I thought I will do this! Tame this feral kitty’s angry hiss! I would whisper ever softly,…. And teach soon her to love me Domesticated out of nature She would stretch by the stove As the tea pot tune's a-whistling She would put on a pot of bristling She could not be held Even by me She was not for the weak Or the meek of heart She would pick and choose Who would win, who would lose A limb, an eye, or a piece of her mind Yet sometimes….even I…was deemed With the privilege of her esteemed Company ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------