Yowling

YOWLING

A marmalade cat named Merlin

Sits by his dish not purrin’

He knows most certain it’s time

Definitely he’s going to dine

Just get those people to feed him

He dances around

With feet on the ground

At the top of his lungs, he’s yowling

His tail is held high, demanding

But certainly he loves the sound

He yowls in the morning

He yowls in the evening

It’s more than a hunch

He’s ready for lunch

It’s definitely time for a feeding

Pacing around to and fro

Crying with great gusto

Finally his dude will act

Open a can that’s packed

Food put on his plate just so

Oh, what a treat

Chicken or beef

Maybe there’s tuna today

Whether it’s stew or puree

Whatever it is, let’s eat