Midnight

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Sometimes even a cat that nobody wants can earn his keep.
Pam brought one home from her work that was kind of neat.
This poem reviews our time with that old black cat at our home,
Before he was taken away from us never more again to roam.

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Midnight

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Sometime after we got to Bartlesville, Pam worked at Hain’s Flowers,
She was designing arrangements, real and silk with her design power.
She loved working with flowers as she learned from Olga, her friend.
In a shop when we lived in Oklahoma City designing to the trends.

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As she worked at Hains, there was a black cat that wandered in,
The cat would weave in and out rubbing on Pam’s legs purring then.
The workers called him Pam’s Cat because he seemed to love her.
She often reached down and stroked his soft shiny black fur.

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The owner said that cat’s got to go, will anyone take him home?
Pam called me and asked if she could bring him here to roam.
I agreed as long as he would be an outside cat never to come in.
So she brought him home and I had to feed that cat from then.

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I know I saw a mouse in those weeds over there..

 

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The cat did well roaming the yards, often catching squirrels to eat.
I thought, well now we don’t have squirrels in the attic, that’s great.
As it turned out, he rid our area of all kinds of rodents and pests.
My wife named him Midnight, and I was proud of his home cat test.

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Looks like I eat good tonight. I love those rat kabobs.

 

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When winter came, we got a wooden box and put it by the back steps.
We filled it with blankets right up to the top so his warmth he kept.
When it got very cold, he would bury himself right in the middle.
Which always seemed to keep him warm and just as fit as a fiddle.

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I guess I’ve got those squirrels thinned out as I haven’t seen one for days..

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One day the neighbor lady came to our front door for a little talk.
She said our black cat was scaring her dog in the back as he did walk.
She also told me he was keeping all her cute little squirrels at bay.
I told her I would talk with that cat and get him squared away.

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I guess I’ll hop the fence and agitate that stupid little dog again.

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A week later another neighbor called and said our cat was dead,
He had hemorrhaged out his mouth and nose with blood so red.
It appeared he had ingested rat poison and we suspected the lady,
But, there was nothing we could do but hope she got the rabies.

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That was a tough old cat that Pam brought home from the shop.
He wasn’t very pretty and had a bit of a hard life before it did stop.
Perhaps he got into cat heaven if there is one for them out there.
Maybe that lady that poisoned him will have to face him some where.

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By Bill

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Thanks for reading Midnight,

Bill