The neighborhood cat pays us a visit.
Our new neighbor nearby has a black, short-hair cat
who will come to my door at the drop of a hat.
When I get up at dawn, it is Rudy I see,
eyes as wide as the night and as deep as the sea.
At the back of my kitchen there is a dog door;
oh, convenience for animal—entry encore!
But this morning instead of my dog being there,
I saw Rudy come in, acting so debonair.
Suave the campaigning cat like a Mayor elect
as if I were a voter for him to inspect.
Long tail rising at will from an arrogant rear;
Rudy eyed me like he had not one thing to fear.
How those eyes of the Mayor were shiny and bright;
I perceived mystery and a sense of delight.
Rudy strode through the place like a curious Tom
moving boldly, all right, and with feline aplomb.
(Rudy’s Mayor of neighborhood often of late;
he appears in the yard and the folks congregate.
And my beagle is sometimes caught up in his rule
near the brick fire pit or the old swimming pool.)
Ah, then Rudy decided to govern the house;
he dashed quickly past me and went straight to my spouse.
He jumped into her arms like a comet from space
and with gentle resolve, pawed her twice on the face.
Then he burst from her arms after pretentious touch
and propelled from the carpet to land on the hutch.
It was there—almost eye-level—how it was plain;
we both saw how the Mayor renewed his campaign.
Rudy purred like a motor—was able, somehow
to endear us forever with sincere meow.
To the point and succinct his political speech—
we were two Democrats he was able to reach.
Mister Coffee was brewing the coffee one morn;
in our house it was clear that the Mayor was sworn.
Rule of law, rule of cat…that’s the way that it goes;
long as Rudy’s around, we best stay on our toes.
Rudy moved to the door with exceptional grace
and I saw satisfaction upon Mayor’s face.
Then my beagle returned from wherever she went
as the two of them passed in a peaceful event.