Treed

Treed
by Joyce Kilmer's Cat

I think that I shall never see
A poem nifty as a tree.

A tree whose rugged trunk seems meant
To speed a happy cat's ascent;

A tree that laughs at dogs all day
And serves up baby birds for prey;

A tree whose limbs are in the sky
Where clandestinely I can spy;

Until it does upon me dawn
It is a mile down to the lawn.

Poems are made by cats like me,
But only you can get me off this goddam stupid tree.



source: Poetry for Cats, by Henry Beard , 1994