Young Writers Society

The Orange-Striped Cat

It was a night so dark and dim
When down on a dusty path
Came the calmest of all creatures,
That big orange-striped cat.

She did sniff the air and ponder
Whether light or dark she’d go
Down that moon lit path beyond
Into the sounding valley below.

At last, the Cat of orange fur
Did decide to go that way,
But when she passed a hardy house
There stood a man whose name was Ray.

That man so fierce a weapon held
Which glinted in the pale light
And pointing at the highborn cat
He yelled, “Get out of my sight!”

But this cat was extremely calm
And she stood completely still
That neither ears nor tail moved
So Ray, with fear his eyes did fill.

Silently the cat crept forward
Daintily lifting each paw up.
Next to Ray then she did pause
Thinking, “This is where I shall sup.”

The man shut his eyes so tightly
And took a deep hoarse breath.
Just in time to hear the Cat purring,
He realized it would not be his death.

For the end of that dusty path
Lay here in this grape bramble.
And oh, the cat did sup so well
While the man did rush to scramble.

And on this night so dark and dim
Went up on a dusty path
Only the calmest of all creatures,
That big orange-striped cat.