I've been re-reading this thread and thinking what a great anthology it would make. Also realizing I've never posted this one, from "Visiting Frost", 2005.
TRAVELING WITH CATS ON A SNOWY EVENING
I've no idea whose woods these are,
but I'm not getting very far
from Albany to NYC
with two cats yowling in my car.
These dratted cats must think it queer
to stop without a sandbox near,
but listen, guys, I'm twice your size,
so use the woods or else, you hear?
They give their big round eyes a blink
to ask each other what they think,
and I can tell they'll make life hell,
and plan on driving me to drink.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep.
The car is slowing to a creep.
Why did I try to cross NY?
I'm breathing cat hairs in my sleep.
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