Free to the Heavens (collection of short poems)

Cat in the House

Introduction:

Ever thought, that innocence often hides the disastrous of mischiefs? And if it's a cute kitty, it is out of suspicion... Or not? Find out!

There stood a heavy iron gate,

Before my neighbour's bungalow...

That night they had gone out

For an occasion to fetch;

So the Steel Lock hung,

Over the heavy Iron gate...

And the House was left,

Desertly silent...

A shivering black cat,

Pawed till the gate,

The gate did a spat;

And it planned behead!

Squeaky tip-toe it came,

As soft as a feather fur,

Swindling plans in mind raid!

Cat's eye peered down the walls

And it smelled of fish!

Saw it was behind bars;

It dreamed of a gallant dish!

This slimy body slipped through

Through the smily bars,

So enters the Ace of Spades,

Without any screech or furrow!

The kitchen's window opened narrow,

The cat cracked in through!

Now the drama begins,

Of the naughty whiskers and frew!

Fishy smelled the fridge,

The furs opened d'mear;

Jumped over a thirteen feet

To catch the fishy pleat...

Tumbled down the milk carton,

And stained the crimescene deep.

"Cold fish and milk on serve!

Cold cheese and meat long enough!

Parody! Bless the housekeeper!

Dining hangout! O, I miss my dear!"

The summer night when flies fray,

This cat burped and burped the way!

Its belly would burst if more,

But it stumbled on the floor!

"Meaaaawww!!" long it screamed,

And sttod back on legs four!

Now it paddled to the room next,

Where a dim light glowed;

Some papers flew here there,

Some bills kept aside bestowed!

It glanced over the documents,

But appeared only to rubbish anecdote,

The cat paddled pawed over,

Till each corner got a ballot!

Some charts were laid,

On the table floor:

The cat pointed out the nails...

And scratched all that laid before!

A screen glowed down,

That had some funny keys,

The cat had leapt hard and soft,

And the screen went off!

One by one the crimes done,

As the Scotland Yard snored;

Quietly the tremor gusted,

That well again went ignored.

The cat had done enough,

Jolly it went out of there;

But the iron gate hinged,

As the family arrived there.

The cat squatted before the main door;

Sat innocent and mewowed.,

Twice it twitched its whiskers,

And glared at them somehow!

The little daughter bent down,

"Aww cute", and patted over,

Thrice she hugged and once more,

She fingered through the fur!

"Poor pussy!"' she said and it left,

With the cute brown eyes,

Hiding the drudgery and theft!

As the family steps in the house...

Starts the horror countdown!

Wild screams in the treachered dreams,

They all shocked in frown.

Five years later,

The bungalow was still elate,

Again a steel lock,

Hung over the rusty gate.