It was a fall night
With a crispness in the air
In that alley.
The moon shone brightly
And Molly and Sam
Sat on the window sill
Soaking up the moonshine
And enjoying each others
Molly was beautiful with her
Fluffy white fur and her perky
She thought Sam was the
Handsomest dude in the neighborhood
With his orange striped suit
And his big green eyes.
They often sat together
In the evening to watch the comings
And goings on Elm Street and
Share stories of their day.
As they sat that night,
They did not know
Old black Gumdrop was
Strutting down the alley
With one thought on his evil mind;
To take the pretty Molly
for his own.
As he got close to the window
Sam and Molly were lost in their thoughts.
He suddenly crouched down, and leaping, flew
To the windowsill. With his powerful paw he
Gave a startling slap, causing Sam to tumble .
Gumdrop flew down behind and jumped on his back,
Screeching and hollering and rolling around.
Sam screeched and hollered too.
The battle was wild and horrific, and no man in his
Right mind would dare put his hand into that fray.
Then it was over- as quickly as it had
Begun…. Old Gumdrop slinked down the alley,
Stopping occasionally to lick his wounds.
Sam leaped back to his sweet Molly and patted her face
And whispered sweet nothings into that pretty ear. To this Night you can find their ancestors
Still prowling around Manch Vegas.
That’s why they call it Cat Alley.
October 5, 2009