Along the rickety fence, the cat will stalk tonight.
In an out of the shadows, she has something in her sight.
Brave little kitty, with her whiskers finely tuned,
fought with the Alley cat, now she licks her wound.
Crazy cats howling, throughout the cold of night,
never sleeping, always creeping, till they see daylight.
Down through the trash cans, searching here and there,
staring at another, saying “try if you dare”
Elegance and grace, is this cat from up the street,
looking all around in case that alley cat she’d meet.
Fuzzy, white and cute, like a ball of cotton wool,
she is keeping guard, they can see she is no fool.
Green eyes flashing, she turns and stares steady,
growls from the shadows, her claws at the ready.
Howling and screeching, fur balls flying,
hissing and scratching, both cats crying.
Indecisive creatures, keeping out of their way,
can’t decide, shall we go or stay.
Jumping on each other, clawing at the head,
waking everyone from their dreams in their bed.
Keep your distance Alley Cat; you are no match for me,
I am the queen of the cat fight don’t you see.
Laughing at the snowball, the Alley cat retreats,
falling over rubbish underneath the benched seats,
Meowing as she limps, her wounds are very wide,
two gashes on her face and three on her side.
Nauseous and tired she finds a place to rest,
but the alley cat returns to put her to the test.
Over the wall three others come to see,
if the white cat can beat him, who is it going to be?
Passers by they stop to watch the fighting in the rain,
poor little kitty, she’s in a lot of pain.
Quivering now she’s losing lots of blood,
over the flower beds, covered now in mud.
Racing round and round, onlookers squeal and hiss,
one more hit, and then another miss.
Screaming and hissing, panting and a squeal,
another hit, how is she going to heal?
The king of the Alley cats, steps right in,
breaks things up, quietens down the din.
Unyielding looks, she takes another breath,
this is a fight now, a fight to the death.
Very cautiously, she crouches for the pounce,
using all her strength, every little ounce.
Wagers and bets are made on this fight,
it has been going all through the night.
Xmas eve is only in a day or two,
wonder if she’s going home when this fight is through?
Yearning for her comfy bed,
she looks so dirty and half dead
Zealously she takes a final leap,
and lands so hard, her victory to reap.