In the heart of the city, where the shadows sat,
Two cats, leaders of rival clans, were to meet at a shack
To discuss who'd control their habitat.
Surely, there would be an argument about that!
These warring clans never agreed much before.
A tomcat named Pat, was first to arrive at the door.
He entered in and sat on mat.
He had with him a gat and a bat.
Pat was ready to battle if it came to that.
Then he heard at the door a rat-a-tat-tat.
Entering in was a fat house cat named Matt.
He wore a hat, looking like an aristocrat.
Matt said, "Pat, I see you came ready to attack.
I hoped you'd be more of a diplomat.
Surely, we can enact an agreeable contract."
Pat said, "Only if it were fair and one you won't infract,
Because you are well known to do just that."
"Well, let's not begin with such brickbat.
Perhaps, we can have a little chitchat."
"Perhaps, not. That would only detract from the matter at hand.
Could that be just what you had planned"?
Like an autocrat, Matt unfurled a plat
And said, "Here's where I'm at.
Here's how we will divide our habitat."
Pat said, "This plan is whacked!
Just like a plutocrat, I see you have stacked
All the best land for your clan and did subtract
All that is barren for us.
Do you really believe that this is just?"
Matt said, "I won't retract, I won't be attacked,
Our clan's claws are sharp, and our defenses intact."
Pat, calm and matter-of-fact, replied with tact,
"We need a plan to enact, not constant combat."
The thermostat of tension rose
As the unfairness of Matt's plan was exposed.
Pat said, "Our gang won't be treated like mere doormats.
We need a pact ensuring we can coexist without a spat."
Thereat argument ensued,
But eventually, it was sudued.
Emotions restrained
Allowing reason to reign.
With a copycat's precision and a technocrat's act,
They crafted a pact,
That gave every cat
A shared space under the moon's welcome mat.
And in the dim light, they signed the mutually agreed pact,
Then shook hands and gave each other a pat on the back
As they acknowledged the great impact
of shared habitat, where both clans sat
Under a sky whereat stars twinkled in fact.
This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
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