The Cat

The cat sat curled
On the big blue chair
For 15 years
It had always sat there

His lady was laid
In a big wooden box
And Put in the lounge
For everyone to look

And the house was left
To the dead lady that night
And a guard sat in the foyer
Stiff with fright

In the morningthey found
The cat curled up the same
But inside the box
Where his lady was lain

And he had climbed in that night
And curled up on her lap
And died in his sleep
This old blue grey cat

Dragonfly Louise