The cat drinks from my shower
In the middle of the night.
I have long since ceased
To put up any kind of fight.
I laugh. I try to tell myself
That things will be alright,
But the cat drinks from my shower
In the middle of the night.

I guess it's 'cause she's thirsty,
Though I gave her milk today.
Sometimes milk's just not enough
To make her thirst go away.
Not enough for my thirst either,
Is what I sometimes think
As I sit and watch her stalking,
As I sit and watch her drink.

Outside the dogs are barking.
They're barking loud in fright.
Still the cat drinks from my shower
In the middle of the night.

I hear the water's poisoned;
Touched by bug or touched by mite.
Still the cat drinks from my shower
In the middle of the night.

Outside a storm is howling
And the lightning flashes bright.
Still the cat sits quietly drinking,
Gently drinking, late at night.

The cat drinks from my shower
In the middle of the night.
I don't know why she does it
This drinking without light.
She looks to me so peaceful,
All her fears are out of sight.
Perhaps I should drink from showers
In the middle of the night.

Copyright © 1998, Tom Massey
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