There is a yellow cat
high up in my tree
It refuses to come down
from its calm little seat
I stand there for a moment or two
wonder how he got up there
His fluffy tail wiping side to side

with a piercing undisturbed stare
People star to come up

crowding around the street to see
The thoughts that could flash through their minds

about the cat in the tree
But I don’t see the feline

not in the same way they do
When I see the furry little kitty

all I can see is me
The want to be alone

high up in a tree
Where no one can touch

so no one can get me
But the purring inside

betrays by every whim
Because I want someone to try

and get me from the tree