Oh, there once was a cat
his named was Wilfret
and he had not a care in the world

He sat on a mat and stared at some mold
he stared
and he stared
and he stared
till his eyes shriveled in his head
Now poor Wilfret couldn't stare
or glare or strangely even care.

"The mold had grown boring,
thank the Lordling, my eyes are gone
or else i would have had to pee on your floor."
Said Wilfret the cat in a strange accent

But alas without his fine eyes
Wilfret could not move out of the way
and he was often treaded upon.

Now Wilfret is proud
so he only meowed
for several hours a step

But his family couldn't notice his agony
because he was constantly telling them off
"not enough food"
"far too hot"
"something touched me!"
hiss hiss, scratch scratch and lots of loud meows.

So when it came one Sunday noon
Miss Twoddlesbee from next door
came to visit Wilfret's family
she brought her wonderful dog

Her name was Bruce
she was a dainty and delightful mix of chihuahua and Great Dane
Though she was no bigger than a microwave her paws
often gave everyone reason to pause.
As big as dinner plates with claws like blunt knives
she often stumbled around with a lot of snuffely moans.

It was on this unfortunate day the Miss Twoddlesbee came around
Bruce was on the prowl and came charging along the ground
Poor Wilfret heard the sound
And turned his head side to side
"Oh bother i wish i had some eyes."
But Bruce couldn't slow down.

And Miss Twoddlesbee found later,
a quite unsavory colour between Bruce's toes
But she cleaned it off with naught but a huff
because she had never had such a peacful visit
while having tea with late Wilfret's family.

~Amelia Wilkinson
(c.) 25 January 2012