The Tiger Cat
**The Tiger Cat**
There he is again crossing the broken sidewalk as I take another morning
stroll.
There he is with his four paws dashing across the way chasing mice and birds.
He is the king of his jungle you could say.
No other cat would debate it.
He is the king of his yard and claims it in a noble way.
A tiger cat he is! Dashing and prancing is his game.
A tiger cat he is! Moving across the lawn like Mohammad Ali.
Birds don’t stand a chance against his moves.
Neither does the common field mouse.
Just wait til that house across the way is sold and a new cat sets foot on his
turf.
Just wait til a new cat competes for his glory.
It will be the end of this tiger cat’s story!
Oh well, until that day arrives he will maintain his title…
As the coolest cat in town and the king of his own jungle!
Written by Gwendolen Rix
8-11-14
Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2014
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