"The Tom-Cat's Tale"

"The Tom-Cat's Tale"

 

Where th' pussy cat preens, and pats her fur,

Or, from some high fence-top cusses a cur,

When darkness falls, I'm a yowlin' to her-

Fer I'm a tough an' ornery brute,

But I reckon I'll die with my head in a boot.

In a garbage ca I c'n find a meal

That's high in smell, and high in appeal,

An' I'll catch me a rat if he dares to squeal-

Fer I'm a tough an' ornery brute,

But I reckon I'll die with my head in a boot.

From an outpost high, with a watchful eye,

I wait in a manner relaxed, but sly,

Fer a careless hound t' mosey by,

Fer I'm a tough an' ornery brute,

But I reckon I'll die with my head in a boot.

He lived his carefree, swagg'rin life, 

An' lingered not with a lovin' wife,

'Til th' City Pound put an end to th' strife.

Fer he WUZ a tough an' ornery brute;

And as predicted, he died with his head in a boot.

~Louis Jonas