Mrs. Higgens’ Cat.

Think good enough for a second run while I’m catching my breath.


Copyright 2012 Gordon L Kuhn

Poet in the Rain Productions

April 19, 2012

Sure t’was skinny Mrs. Higgins’ cat that wandered about while we thought the lady napped.

Or so thought the town’s people of she and they shooed and they clapped

To keep Mrs. Higgins’ hungry pussy safely from out of harm’s way.

But the damn cat would not leave and chose sullenly to stay.

It’s thick tail waggin’, eyes growing dark, and in sideways fashion began to stalk

Anyone brave enough to venture out for a breath of air on a daily walk,

Or to mindless stand at open gates to simple spend time in gossip talk.

While the cat upon the occasional bare laid ankle did most joyfully sink its teeth.

And broad skirted maids would sudden shriek and find the cat hiding there beneath.

Yet, how simple t’was the answer was for we should have known that day,

As newspapers had piled up on Mrs. Higgins’ doorstep and closed door and doorway;

And they seemed in permanence that they would turn moldy and never go away.

That also was the growing fact that the cat had no chosen anyplace else for it to go?

For indeed it had no place else for its furry self to stow.

And how were we, mindless, that week gone past to simply know,

That Mrs. Higgins had gone and left this earthly plane and failed to feed her cat?

So, the hungry puss of a cat had done ate up all Mr. Higgins bone and fat.

And, as for poor old scrawny Mrs. Higgins, that simply was the end of that.

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