A coming-of-age story about a cat |
THELONIOUS THINKS HE’S BIG Thelonious thinks he’s big, but he’s not He hides behind a doorway and waits for unsuspecting prey to pass Sometimes he pounces Sometimes he watches Always aware His sharp claws easily scratch Thelonious dwarfs the fish The fish he taunts With steady eye he watches With playful paw he touches the glass Thelonious climbs to the top The top of everything How high can he get? As a kitten, he would cry Now he likes to be up high When I draw and color He lies right on the paper Thelonious move! He won’t He reaches for my crayon as it moves across the page Silly cat! Always interested in what I’m doing Unless he chooses otherwise It’s feeding time Thelonious knocks over his food All on the floor What a mess! He wants a taste of my food I yell NO but he tries again Bath time While I’m in the tub Thelonious sits on the edge of the sink If the faucet is dripping, he’ll take a drink He may take a bath too, but not in the tub! When nighttime comes and I climb into bed Thelonious is there to share my covers He just wants a scratch, scratch, scratch behind his ears His purrs are loud, like a rumbling sound Thelonious closes his eyes So do I Goodnight Thelonious |