MY APOLOGIES TO MR. BOWIE
(And Herman too, for that matter)
Mr. Bowie’s an indoor cat,
Deterred easily by snow and that…
If he were “outdoor”
He would not implore,
A thin layer of snow is old hat.
When a cat’s “inside”,
Any outside weather is spied…
As excuse for the box
Behind door locks,
Clean litter will not be denied!
The first cat I owned had heart,
And access to a stealthy art…
With silent warning
Pusscat would be forming,
In the midst of a purr–a fart.
Silent cat farts are unique,
We’d had three cats that reeked…
They didn’t understand
That we thought it not grand,
Trouble breathing made it hard to speak!
So, most excellent Bowie, take heart,
Springtime will invade your park…
With pollen sneezes
Will come gentle breezes
To carry away any cat fart.