Whiskers
A cat's prowess is in his thin and long
Whiskers. They be walking sticks that tell him
Who be where and what be there and all of
His surroundings. From him, nothing is hid.
Yet man's prowess is not like Cat's long beard,
For man has not got any as magic
As that. Scepter, kingdom provide power
Nothing good, yea, nothing bad. All we want.
Who be better off, then? Sir cat, or we,
The people? With our laws, our rules, our courts,
Our punishment? Not right it is for us.
We are made free and to be full of peace.
Yea, can Sir Cat us teach?
Or will this hell we keep?
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