The Cat sat there waiting by the light of the moon
He wanted the kids here, he wanted them soon.
He thought he saw something shine up in his eye
He heard something breathing, he heard something sigh.
From around a sharp corner a thing did appear
The cat heard a bark. He didn’t want to show fear.
It was almost the morning, time to look for the sound
It wasn’t a mean dog, not even a hound.
It was the kids for the Cat, they were playing a trick
Feeling no divine intervention, the Cat he felt sick.
The kids felt real sorry for scaring their buddy
Pasting on a fake smile even though feeling cruddy.
The Cat gasped real loud when he saw the kids cry
He thought they should open their minds and should try
To follow the Cat’s lead to have fun for the time
Just having fun and laughing isn’t a crime
So they went on together to enjoying their day
The kids and the Cat had games they would play.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry Fan Fiction