The cat of nine lives sits and primps.
With
purrs and meows, it gets,
When
it wimps.
Restful
in a chair this cat sleeps.
Pretty
much to itself though,
This
cat keeps.
The
cat of nine lives is confident and proud.
But
is it a false security shroud?
Going
where it please, not a care to this world,
Under
any bed, this cat may be curled.
With
nine lives, danger is just a game.
Chances,
is what made this cat’s fame.
From
rooftop and alley this cat roams,
But
precaution and care,
Not
known as one of its homes.
Does
a cat really have nine lives,
Or
is it just part of its tricks and jives?
Does
death pass over this crafty beast,
Is
that why life is a constant feast?
Don’t
each of us have this spirit,
Death
is there,
But
we won’t grip it?
Aren’t
we care free about where we lie,
Blowing
out caution because we won’t die?
We
even say God may exist,
But
surely He won’t punish!
So
today we play like a never-ending day,
Going
and doing,
No
matter the way.
Selah
Cat Of Nine Lives by Ronhales Psalm 89:48