Two cats sat on a church roof high
Under the silver moon shining bright
They stared and glared and looked square in the eye
And conversed aloud about their old fight
One was as black as night can be
One, a chubby and striped orange tabby
Their eyes shone green in the silver light
A breathtaking but fearsome sight
One sang a song of rivalry and spite
Replied the other with equal might
Their voices shrieked in the night so still
Shrill and sharp and piercingly vile
Whipped his tail the coal-black cat
Snarled the tabby which was so fat
Their twisted faces under the moon
Blew through their noses, an angry plume
One arched his back and puffed his fur
Paw in the air with his claws unfurled
Hissed and coiled with the ears backward
Backed off the other like a sheepish coward
Eyes like saucers gleaming in the night
These two felines in mid-fight
When I shone the torch beam bright
Vanished into the dark night out of sight