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.