Kitty at the Door Marc Gunn

Kitty awoke on a crisp winter morn;
And looked through the door at the hill
And he mewed to mistress to show his distress
As he made his way to the sill
But the wind was sharp and cold that day;
And the rustling grass caused him fears
So kitty sat with the door open
Not moving except for his ears, singing…

“I’ll go outside a while;
But then, I might just stay in
Yes, I’ll sit and think a bit
And I’ll neither go out nor stay in.”

It was a cold morning, went straight to his bones
Oh, he wished that he had him a mouse
Just one loud squeak, and he’d eat for a week;
But he’d have to go out of the house
Oh his mouth watered with the thought of mice
But it was too cold to decide
And not even threats could make him step through
The door, and saunter outside. He sang…

Kitty sat there half the day
And into the house wind did moan;
And he thought about each dire consequence
Of the things he might do all alone
Oh, he might wet his paws, or break hunting laws
Or catch a fat mouse for his prey
He might meet his end, or he might meet a friend
But still he just sat and he’d say…