THE WILDCAT'S BEGINNING

The Wildcat's Beginning
In the beginning when all things were niceThere were no wildcats, there were no miceAnd then one day the old man came outAnd said, "Let there be wildcats!"This he did shout.Then low and behold, a furry wildcat was bornMeowing about on my Cwanga's farm.He said, "I'll do you no harm"With a sly little smile and plenty of charm.Oh how that wildcat could lieWith a smug look and a twinkle in his eye.The struggle between the two lasted for yearsSometimes with laughter and a few tears.Why o why couldn't they be friends?Love each other and make amends.The wildcat had a beginning and has an end.His death could come around the next bend.Victory over the wildcat will certainly comeGive me a piece of strawberry bubble gum.
Irvin L. Rozier
Copyright ©2004 Irvin L. Rozier