Cat’s Crying In The Night

Cat’s Crying In The Night

By Paul McCann

When I was a wee boy I used to lie in bed
on winters nights with the sounds of cats crying in my head

,.The sounded like banshees wailing and the more that they cried

The more I thought that somebody I know is dead;

Maybe the cats had cut their paws ‘

walking on top of the yard walls

with all those coloured broken bottle tops .

How can anyone sleep with all this noise

The cats crying gets louder

and all the barking dogs never stops ,

How in the world am I expected to fall asleep

with the wind  howling and the dogs all prowling around

.It’s the middle of the night and its just not right ,

I’ll  have to try something to help me relax and calm  down

I imagined I was a stray cat

stuck out there on a cold winters night ,
with the full moon rising higher  .

Hungry and alone with no home

with nobody to take  me inside

and put me down in front of the fire

Then I’d imagine I was a dog  prowling around the streets

and growling with hunger looking for a feed .

Sure it was a bitter wind blowing

and it was snowing and cats were crying ,

its a cold old night indeed .

I started to think , village cats are tough

and they’ll get through the night,

they’re just walking where angels fear to tread.

So they’ll be right ,  then my eyes would begin to close

and outside the cats were froze

and there was I tucked up in my nice warm  bed .

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