The cat runs back
The cat runs forth
Three leaps South
Five more North
And in the box
and on the bed
through the kitchen
and on my head
He runs and jumps
he purrs and spins
and goes and goes
until he wins.
But what the prize
the goal?
the aim?
What wins he of this crazy game?!
The dangling handle of the blinds?
the house plant, pen cap, oh what finds!
If it glitters, moves or squeks,
he'll play his little hide and seek.
But human friends cannot collect
but half the energy of this pet.
Though adoring furry company we keep
I only wish he'd let us sleep!
