Our Kitty

Our kitty was missing.

We'd looked high and low.

We had no idea were she might go.

Inside the drier, the closets, the washer;

I thought she'd run off and a semi had squashed her.

We set out some food.

We called out in vain.

Still, no cat came running.

Our hearts drowned in pain.

So at bedtime I tucked my dejected son in,

and told him the next day we'd search again.

Then a mew and some scratching

from right there in the room,

sent a huge ray of light

to guide us through our gloom.

As I opened a drawer under the bed,

first came a whisker then there was her head!

She was finally safe after 26 hours.

Must've been hot as a tomb.

I know she won't ever get stuck there again

'Cause she won't go near my son's room.

                                                                     Candice

                                                                    5-4-04