The Lilac And The Cat

We think that we could never know a flower
Or never ever truly know a cat
Though once I had a talk with a meower
He told me go away and that was that
Another time I saw him by the window
I offered him a sip of sparkling wine
He shook his head but said he’d take some gin though
It’s better with the mice on which he’d dine
I asked him if he ever knew a flower
He smiled and said it’s better not to know
He said that if he ever had the power
He’d plant himself in ground and start to grow
She was so gorgeous standing in the sunlight
So fair, her petals soft and lush with dew
I know I could be with her if it’s done right
But I’m a cat and she’s a lilac blue
I left him there, eyes closed and softly crying
A love forbidden him by nature’s whim
I thought you just can’t blame a man for trying
But thankful all the while that I’m not him

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