Where
The Wild Cats Run
(For
Sampson)
Daylight presses through the open
blinds.
Then soft moonlight on cloudless
nights.
Time and time again they pass.
Sampson sits and Sampson asks.
Simple meows that are always
saying.
I wonder where the Wild are playing?,
Then,
They pass in twos,
They pass in threes.
They travel rooftops.
They jump the trees.
They wander the road.
They lay in the sun.
They have they're home.
Where the wild cats run.
Morning comes and morning goes.
He plays with yarn, he bites my
toes.
But once again he has to ask.
Out the window through the glass.
Gentle purrs that question where.
Cats can go and have no cares.,
Then,
They pass in twos,
They pass in threes.
They travel rooftops.
They jump the trees.
They wander the road.
They lay in the sun.
They have they're home.
Where the wild cats run.
Than one night the door is open.
And on that night, The wild came
hoping.
One of the cats who knows where
it's at.
Came over here and sat where I've
sat.
Told him about the place that seems
so fun.
Now in his dreams he runs where the
wild cats run.
And in his dreams.
He passes in twos,
He passes in threes.
He travels rooftops.
He jumps the trees.
He wanders the road.
He lays in the sun.
He has his home.
And is King, Where the wild cats run.