~ My Wild Cat ~
 
Just a small child,
With a small child's mind,
One day in my yard,
A wild cat I did find.
 
A beautiful cat,
With bright shiny eyes.
I climbed the tree to get him,
And to my surprise,

My little mean dog
Had spotted him too,
And was watching to see
What I was going to do.

 

I reached high into the tree
To pull him close to me,
He did not have that on his mind,
His thought was escape you see.
 
I held him tight,
And ran real fast,
He was eating me up,
So I let go at last.

My little dog kept after him,
Chased him back into the woods,
Where he had first been.
He was a wild cat, he was not good.
 
But I was innocent,
Just a small child.
All I saw was a pretty cat,
I did not know he was wild.
 
Betty Hill ©2005