(Inspired by Silent One's limerick, "Queen Of Her Stage" )
There once was a canary full of rage.
Who shrewdly trapped a sly cat in her cage.
without a feather ruffled
Kittie's meows he muffled,
she now ruled the roost as queen of her stage!
There was a time when Kittie was nasty
oh that little one could be quite feisty
but now she eats truffles
without any cuddles
she sits behind bars eating nothing tasty
There once was a cat who ruffled Tweet's feather
a Kittie from hell who could never tether
sometimes they did fight
who was wrong who was right
the only one who knew was dear old Heather !
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters, I beg you beware
Of giving your heart to a cat to tear.
Buy a kittie and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart to a cat to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find--it's your own affair--
But...you've given your heart to a cat to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will,
When its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a cat to tear.
The bag is empty
Air a plenty
The cat is out
Rise a shout
The cat is out
On the run
Pressure mounts
The setting sun
The cat is out
The night chills
Find kitty we shout
She missed a meal!
The cat is found
In the clouds
She passes by
Watch her fly
Kittie died...
This was done by....ApatheticMe...
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