Each Cat Of Many 'Paws' Poem by James McLain

Each cat Of many paws,
each dripping claw.
Spots and stripes, are left behind,
padding off without a care.
Black and white the zebra does it know,
or even care.
It's foal it cries to share, she hides it where.
Amongst savannas thick green trees and grass.
The lion roars and round each neck she cracks.
This her once his graven act I see a pupil, asking why,
or just a simple need, her craving sport is unexplored.
Can the Tiger eat brown moss upon each bed and
all of where my 'dear's' have lain.
Where blooded from I came and in her nights I bide.
Fish that swim with books and minds I use as bait.
Can each early bird you see outside, keep up
with all the worms we try to hide, where none can find.
and the 'Lion' sleeps with mice, not sheep, nor men.