Tiny paw prints on ivory keys
And yet no one ever sees
The furry culprit in the dark of night
Reflective, gold eyes that need no light
To find the baby grand
The eyes enlarge, she has a plan
To pull the humans from their bed
“A little music will get me fed!”
Dancing tiny soft paws
Tapping in time, delicate claws
The clock strikes 3:00 a.m.
An eerie melody, a lyrical gem
Startles the couple awake
“What’s going on, for heaven’s sake?”
A woman’s voice utters in fear
They both emerge from their silent room
Expecting a harbinger of doom
The impish creature who serenades
Has jumped to the floor, a renegade
The light switch is flipped
Terrified fingers together gripped
Expecting a ghostly apparition
They sigh in relief, a chuckling transition
The man says, “Why do we allow?”
The wee thief in the night answers, “Meow!”
BowmanAuthor and Writer/Editor 