The Rat and the Penthouse Cat
Family moved from cities grace,
to a quaint country home.
Along he went, the penthouse cat
always did carpet roam.
A place unlike apartment life,
what was a cat to do?
New sights and smells, walk in the grass,
bright sun and sky so blue.
Kitchen bound for a midnight snack,
kibbles and bits in mind.
What shock, another there to feast
he didn't expect to find.
“And who do you happen to be?”
questioned the penthouse cat.
Giving a glare, the kitchen guest
did freeze right where he sat.
“Oh, I'm just a little house mouse,
innocent as can be.
I'm just a friendly passerby,
nothing to fear from me.”
“I'll never scare your family,
so quiet are my paws.”
The penthouse cat jumped on the pest,
held tight in his sharp claws.
“Oh please kind cat I'll leave this house,
if you'll just set me free.”
“I'm no fool, you're a nasty rat,
I watch lots of TV.”
Robert Gene Stoner Jr
6/21/16 ©
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