A tabby cat seeks to sit no higher
Than my office desk. Pulling fur
To carpet the floor, it’s true she’d aspire
To hunt the little bird, to purr and sleep.
A tabby cat thinks not of trees
Nor of poetry or how worlds are born.
She notices the early breeze
And sniffs scents of early dawn.
A tabby cat controls the floor.
Persons up and persons down
She has special commands for the door
She waits there and does not make a sound
A tabby cat can be alone
Yes, alone they are often said to be
But when I wander round my home
My little cat loves to follow me.