Cat Ballad

I am constantly struggling with meter in my rhyming poems. I was relatively pleased with the outcome of this poem, but it’s not quite there yet. I seem to always end up writing about cats...




The Ballad of Mr. Snowy Rivers



Out there, they went, out into the night,

To fight for their brother, to fight for the right.

In their white gleaming four-door the two sped away,

With wives praying, fretting, until the new day.

And over they drove, through the pass and the hills

On the old jet-black highway, through October chills.

As they drove through the desert to that dusty dark city,

Both speculated with thoughts that weren’t pretty.

Their children were snuggled in bed in their homes,

the mothers kept vigil alone by the phones.



Out there they were, they drove through the night,

To go save their brother, to go pick a fight.

In their white gleaming four-door the two had arrived,

Where their angular brother and his three cats survived.

They kicked in the door and they found him unharmed,

But surrounded by thieves who were heavily armed.

The brothers ‘ arrival served as a distraction

And three angry cats started cat Kung-Fu action.

The cats and the brothers would soon apprehend

The ignomious thieves who had dared to break in.



Out there on the streets, under yellow fog light,

They fought with the robbers and put up a fight.

It wasn’t too long before the brothers prevailed,

Back to Robber’s roost, the thieves soon high-tailed.

Three men and two cats stood strong on their ground,

And they celebrated the victory they’d found.

But the shadows bore witness to one feline’s last stand,

Whose fight had been felled by a robber’s cruel hand.

A black and white tom who had fought ‘til the end

Proved himself ever a brave and true friend.



Out there they’d gone, out into the night,

They brought back their brother, back home at daylight.

The brothers returned to their wives and their brats,

But the angular brother lost his favorite cat.













Comments

  1. Thank you for bringing awareness to the dangers of teaching common house cats Kung Fu- their little paws are simply not equipped for true master battles. I hope people hear the loud and clear message to stop teaching their cats Kung Fu! It's inhumane.

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  2. I'm in awe of anyone who can write poetry. Hat's off to you!

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    1. Thanks, Jessica! I appreciate you dropping by and leaving a comment!

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  3. Carolyn- ppl will never stop teaching cats Kung-Fu. It's like drugs or poverty or tacky TLC shows like Honeybooboo- it will always be with us!

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