CENTRIFUGAL FORCE by Becky Miller
Galloping, galloping everywhere,
Making a racetrack out of mid-air.
Circling walls with centrifugal flair,
Oh, the cat with energy to spare.
Over the sofa, under the table,
Hold on to your coffee if you are able.
Sailing over the bed, now out of sight.
Look out, Granny, speed devil has might.
Through the hallway and up the stairs
Under the plant stand. Look out up there!
Too many treats? Too much sugar?
A wind-up key? Hard to figure.
Down the steps, flying on high,
Nothing like a cat whizzing by.
Setting land speed records, daring and bold.
Who would believe it? Who can be told?
One mighty leap over the desk
Doesn’t this kitty ever rest?
Mighty the skid as she comes round the bend,
Landing on you. OOMPH! Is this the end?
One tired kitty collapses on you
Sprawling full out. Is the race through?
A little grooming, to keep the face clean,
A short catnap later it might start again.
