A cat staggered out a house with a pout
For an early morning walk.
He heard the birds yawn as he crossed the lawn
To have a light-hearted talk.
“Morning!” he said to the wakening dew.
(Of course he got no reply.)
Considering the dew, his weight overdue,
He fell, crushing a snail thereby.
Thinner than the crust of a pie!
Oblivious to the kill the cat went on a hill
To continue his morning walk.
He passed some nice trees and hidden in these
Was a cow who loved to stalk.
Him serenading, her masquerading
As Fate’s threads stubbornly spun:
The cat passed her place, the cow picked up pace,
Trailing after the cat for fun!
Meek, shy, or shameful? She was none!
The cow followed the cat with expertise at that
In want of conversation.
But then she stumbled o’er stones so jumbled
Into the cat – damnation!
Down the hill they rolled as doom did unfold –
They picked up a break-neck speed –
The cat was yelping, the cow not helping
As they neared a huge cliff, indeed!
The cruel edge of a cliff – oh, heed!
The cat and the cow stopped rolling somehow
By crashing into a stump.
The cat in a daze was found in a maze
Of cow torso and cow rump.
And slowly the cow did come to just now
To make sense of her surroundings.
Trying to bear her head’s poundings!
The cat still hidden, face overridden
With dirt and dirt and more dirt,
Was left all alone, as still as a stone,
As the cow had left to flirt.
(She had spotted some hottie bull with rum
Waiting for her far away….
So off she did run to look for more fun
For the rest of the good, nice day!
An awesome day for much more play!
Thus when the cat came to, no memory nor clue
Had he about what had passed.
He looked at his fur, like that of a cur,
And said, “Fur balls have amassed!”
The cat, so in fear for his coat so dear,
Immediately scampered home.
O’er hills he hurried, past fields he scurried
Into his haven of a home.
Into his haven of a home!
© Shawn Chang
Excerpt from the book “Down The Rabbit Hole”
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