So my friend, it's a quarter to three.
I arose from my bed so I could see
The wind blowing hard, into my tree.
The limbs did shimmy and did flutter.
Thank God my heart did not shudder,
As gust after gust, rattled my abode,
from rain on the winds coattails it rode.
Down the step,
Behind the chair,
There is something hidden,
I am unaware.
A small confusion,
Some think is there.
Try not to startle,
Move with care,
Discover the Cat's
This old cat
Is silent now.
No extra noise,
Just a meow.