There was a tattered old handbill on a street lamp post
It said a man was looking for his loving cat that was lost
The poster showed a grouchy cat with a sinister look on his face
“Gideon,” said the poster, it was the lost cat’s name
People passed the lamp post every day and night
They stopped to read the post and thought for a while
There’s something with this cat, most of them would say
But no one could spot what it was that hinted a familiar way
Days and weeks went by and the ragged poster remained
In day and night alike, and in sun and rumbling rain
No one gave it a thought as the days passed by
A man somewhere mourned the loss of his feline
One idle day when the sun was going down
A cowardly boy after work was walking across the town
Under the same street lamp that held the handbill
A shadow blinked its eyes and stayed perfectly still
He shone his pocket torch to light the foot of the post
His knees were shaking bad thinking it was a ghost
A grouchy face stared back with a sinister look on the face
A familiar cat, the boy felt and looked at him in a daze
He shone the torch on the ragged and torn handbill too
And saw the same face and with wide eyes, he exclaimed “whoo!”
The so-called lost cat “Gideon” was sitting nice and free
Under the lamp post as live as he could be
Came in a while a meow so delicate and fair
A skinny tortie queen was also standing there
Linking her slender hand with Gideon’s chubby arm
They wandered off into the darkness, full of loving charm