Simon Diamond Cramer
As a child I was jealous of our cats.
I saw their strength and grace,
speed through power,
sharp eyes that glow in the dark.
I longed for a tail, long or bushy
or (even better) prehensile,
just as long as it had fur,
forgetting of course that I,
a human child, wore pants
with alarming frequency,
and sat in chairs nearly as much.
I sang from "Cats" (the show)
and asked our grey one just
what makes a feline Jellicle.
When the black cat circled me,
crossed my path and begged incessantly
for pets, I would move too fast,
forgetting if a kiddie twenty times
my size charged me with amorous intent,
I'd run just as quickly.
But still I wonder with a fading grin:
Was the Cheshire Cat a Jellicle too?