About a cat. Yeah I said it, this song is about my cat.
lyrics
Born of barn-cat mother. Born to be bred.
Damned to greet humility as he cries to be fed
“Father! Father! Where are you?
Mother! Mother! Where’d he get to?
“My sister’s are all pretty, but I was blessed with teeth.
The hawks are not afraid of me; the comic relief!
They will learn to fear me and my thin black coat,
Mother says she’ll love me even if I’m short.
“When I pounce the flowers do not grow.
When I pounce the hawks they will not know.
When I pounce my mother laughs and goes.”
‘Son. You still need to know:
I will see you in the moon, I’ll watch you succeed.
You will grow and grow and grow and then you will lead.
