Trusting me to come back

I have gained the run of woodlands

no fear any more

i go out when I ask her

she just opens the door

i haven’t got a cat flap

but it’s all very new

going left through the blue fence

or  right  the woods

that drew

my feline prowess infinitely

the magic that is there

where hooting owls

and rabbits run

where I am more aware

over to the architects house

his garden is a treat

i can get inside his summer house

and he leaves me some meat

chicken freshly roasted

it seems it’s always there

in a pretty little bowl
underneath a chair

i am going out for longer

lots of haunts to find

lots of different places

another place behind

woodlands

a young tabby there

miriam she’s called

she reminds me of orange

although I am not fooled

my mum loves this new Tring house

although the move was rough

she worked hard like a blooming slave

it became enough

i hate to see her suffering

her legs and knees on fire

with all the jobs she has to do

sometimes her life is dire

but clearly she is happier

that and I can pee outside

i am quite embarrassed

Having to go inside

upsets me  my mum  needs to

clean , a blooming cat

It’s far better that I can go

outside

knowing where I am at.