My basement flats garden is like
Clapham Junction for the local cats.
My upstairs neighbours four all consider it their home and right of way.

Lovely ginger Babs.
But runs so fast when you go near to her
oh what does provoke fear to her?

Pearl so timid and passive.
Alas a little over weight.
Also runs so fast when to her one goes near.
Oh just what does she have to fear.

Winnie the youngest and most feistiest.
The lioness of the garden.
Tough and brave.

Finally Berlioz the only male
He gives a strange funny stare.

The most magical thing is the
mystery of what goes on in their minds.
Alas by 2037 there maybe human, pet translators.

I hope this never happens.
As the magic and mystery of
communications between cats
and humans will come to an end.

Probably by 2037 the four neighbours cats
will have moved to the cats heaven in the sky.

Where hopefully they will lay on a party for me.
If ever I arrive.

Written KO. 18/3/2020.


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