Cats on Pianos

By Blacksburg

Within every living being lies the urge for song

Tinkling the keys on the tips of the paws

In her past life, she played for the crowds

For all the birds she couldn’t catch outside the window

This one’s for them; It’s called “Eeek Eeek Eeek”

(Like how she chatters as she nimbly steps across)

And the white keys sing, “plink plonk plink”