An Ode to Gilroy, the Neighbor's Cat
Who I am paid to take care of once in a while... and who is always late coming home.

Late nights all alone
early mornings in the cold
sitting here, still as stone
waiting for the return of a cat.

I can only wish and pray
to be this well cared for
when I am old and grey
this is one lucky cat.

Somehow he doesn't get it
doesn't know I'm waiting
He won't come to get
his food and sleep.

So I am here worrying
spending late nights alone
and early mornings in the cold
waiting for a cat to come home.