Here I sit on this chimney top

Just waiting to get down

Maybe the hounds will go away

If I'll not make a sound.

I was tending to my own business

They shouldn't been chasing me

So I fooled them and got away

I had the last meow, you see.

I can see my things afar

Sitting high-up on this little spot

Down, I soon will have to go

Cause up here, it does get hot.

The hounds got bored and soon they left

Off they went on their neighborhood rounds

I'll creep to the eaves of this little house

In one giant leap, I'll land on the ground.

I'll land on all fours, o.k. I'll be

To find a quiet and cozy place

Where I can nap and rest awhile

But only, if I'll be safe.

Vina Carathers

February 6, 2001