A Storm Of Cats

Where have you been my sweet cat Delia

Where have you been by the potting shed?

I have been sunning by the barnyard

With my eyes closed

I noticed no dead

Where have you been my fierce cat Freda

Have you been by the potting shed?

Nay, have I been gathering long grass

Chasing my tail

I discovered no dead

And where were you my sleek cat Celia

By the shed have your little paws tread?

Rarely would I be dallying thereward

Thru puddles?

I never encountered the dead

When all my cats were gathered together

And we did go to the potting shed

A violence so awful I care not remember

The stems and the petals

'A twisted and dead

The stems and the petals

'A twisted and dead