I’m a little gray cat and I love big Tom,

who lives in the house next door.

If I sit on the fence I can see him,

sunning himself on the floor.

 

He probably thinks I don’t see him

but I do and love what I see.

His orange coat and clean white chest;

are almost too much for me!

 

He has lovely eyes, such lov-ely eyes

and a tail striped ginger and pale.

His paws are large and his ears alert

I love him, that big orange male!

 

But life is hard, so very hard,

for a little gray cat on her own.

I pine for Tom, my big orange Tom

but my tether’s too short, to roam!

 

Could I slip the thing, the horrible string,

that keeps me away from my love?

We would run away, oh happy day

to live and love as we should.

 

But I also know, that my people show

me love and my plate is full.

Though my heart is Tom’s, my tum

exerts a considerable amount of pull.

 

So Tom my love, oh lov-ely Tom

I love you with all my heart

but you must learn my love to spurn

for my tums’ my most loving part!

 

 

David Garlick, Sidney, November, 2002

 

Dedicated to Pennysita and Orange Tom, next door!