Little Augustus

There is a little cat-
a really wondrous beast,
who'll take a little snack
if he cannot get a feast.

But when his belly's full,
he'll curl up in the sun.
He'll dream of grand adventures,
and trophies he has won.

When the lad's in Africa,
he is a sight to see.
When he shakes his mane and tail,
all mammals turn and flee.

He travels with the circus,
and flies the great trapeze,
soaring through the air
like a bird upon the breeze.

When he sails the roughesty seas,
he never is afraid-
though fighting be his lot,
and piracy his trade.

He loves to be in office,
whether president or king,
or even as count jester-
if he doesn't have to sing.

When cooking up a storm,
he really makes a mess-
but all his tasty dishes
prove he is a chef.

Sometimes a little noise
disturbs his peaceful sleep.
He will wake up thinking of
the secrets he will keep.

And if the lad has secrets
he'll never ever tell,
for he speaks no word of English,
and perhaps it's just as well.

The end
This poem story was inspired by my cat, S. Augustus Kitty.