“Cats, are everywhere, thank goodness!” Gun Roswell
The guard cat
The guard of a cat The cat on a wall sat Sat as pretty as a cat Cat of a guard nature Nature which causes some hatred Hatred just because he hunts Hunts to keep the pests away Away as far as he can slay Slay the rats and other types Types which might harm cause Cause of being too many Many enough for the cat to hunt Hunt as he only can Can, because this yard is his land Land he can only protect Protect and then be rewarded Rewarded by his hoomans Hoomans to whom the cat works Works to keep the safe Safe, as he only can be Be, the ultimate guard cat ever seen
The darkness slowly settling in Like the black feelings within No sun no moon, no stars Nothing seen but those endless scars You might say it’s due to this, special season But telling that lie would constitute as treason
Compared to this blue ain’t such a bad colour after all Because, even frozen snowballs, get the blues, in hues And then, throw in some grey and they’ll throw back some shade, This certainly ain’t no drive in any slay in any parade For now, let’s just keep the mood and lips in a frown Just because, there is this great big excuse, of darkness
But I digress, since life, is always such a big mess Anyway, so why not embrace, the noir inside and outside, less Light, can make anything look really good And I ain’t just talking about food! If the oddest thing would happen; a spring with colours slapping In all kinds of mixed odours, then I’ll be prepared
Kinda, but still wearing the noir, backed up by a choir!