Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion
In the spirit of my deep love of kitties, I submit this tale of feline felicity.
My cat was stranded in my tree,
He climbed til he could not descend.
In caterwaul tongue he pleaded with me,
"Call the Fire Department again."
The sirens wailed, the red lights flashed,
As the fire truck rounded the bend.
My front door crumbled under their axe,
Before I could show them in.
"He's right up here in my Christmas tree,"
I pointed with mounting alarm.
The fireman stated, "Leave it to me,"
"Rest easy, there'll be minimum harm."
Search and Rescue has gotten much better,
The way they save cats is new.
When they can't use a hook and ladder,
They've found a shotgun will do.
Warning me to, "Stand out in the hall,"
"We'll be finished if you'll stand clear."
He splattered lil kitty all over my wall.
I signed it, "Jackson Pollock was here."