Streetkatz

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 he, with purr and velvet paw 
Became within my house the law.
He scratched the furniture and shed 
And claimed the middle of my bed.

He ruled in arrogance and pride 
And broke my heart the day he died.

So if you really think, oh Cat, 
I'd willingly relive all that 
Because you come forlorn and thin
Well...don't just stand there...Come on in!