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| TAIL | |
| By patterjack | ||||||||||||||||||||
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for those who prefer to review narrative rather than lyrical verse Tail Part 1 The wind was an icy needle blowing through the fence's cracks The moon was palely fading behind the thin clouds' backs The path from the gate was slippery to every delicate paw When the old tom cat came pacing -- Pacing -- pacing The old tom cat came pacing , up to the closed back door . He'd an eyelid drooping downwards , where in fights it had been torn , And parts of his fur were missing as if it had been shorn A half of an ear had been ripped off by another moggy's rage But he moved with feline cunning , All other felines shunning Slinking sly and never running -- secure on his chosen stage . He sat on the backyard doorstep , next to the garbage can, He raised his head and looked around , his narrow kingdom to scan, He rumbled deep within his chest , with much more than a purr, And scratched behind the untorn ear Scratched with a sort of feline leer Shedding upon his doorstep seat still heavier hanks of fur . From further up the alleyway there came a kind of clang. Someone further along there lidded a bin with a mighty bang And cats from around the block slunk near , in hopes of a fruitful spill, Slunk up the alley with raucous howls Slunk up with tuneless warning yowls ! To tell all the other cats * Make way for me ! Untll I've had my fill * On the stoop the old cat stopped his scratch because he thought he'd heard Some thing within the garbage can , a thing that slithered and stirred He fixed his good eye on the bin , to check on the half fixed lid Part closed it began to gently rock , Part open it swung like a pendulum clock If he leapt upon it , it might fall , and show what the contents hid . Part 2 Far from the safety of his native element and lost to all his friends , Unable now to call upon the strength that friendship lends, Unable to call upon anyone as one who might give him aid , Thinking of seas in the moonlight , Sweet waves of the sea in the moonlight , He crouched in the darkness there alone , helpless and afraid . Bent almost double now and twisted , his struggles growing weaker, He knew that out in the cold moonlight there waited a deadly seeker , One waiting till he was frail enough for an easy chance to leap . And he dreamed of the chances that had gone A lifetime of chances that had gone To end now forever for him in deaths 's long silent sleep. He heard the caterwauling as the alley cats screeched and fought And now he regretted deeply the dark refuge he had sought, For the lid rattling loose above him betrayed him as he quivered . So he tucked his tail beneath himself, His silvered tail beneath himself . And with silver tail around himself the terrified Merman shivered,
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