Stray Cat, by Francis Witham
Oh what unhappy twist of fate
Has brought you homeless to my gate,
The gate where once another stood
To beg for shelter warmth and food?
For from that day I ceased to be
The master of my destiny,
While she, with purr and velvet paw
Became within my house the law.
She scratched the furniture and shed
And claimed the middle of my bed,
She ruled in arrogance and pride
And broke my heart the day she died. 😢
So if you really think, oh cat
I'd willingly re-live all that,
Because you come forlorn and thin
Well don't just stand there - come on in!
