Strange weeps keep me up.
I cannot sleep.
I tried counting sheep,
it didn't help.

"weep"

I'm getting kind of scared
I just want to be asleep.
The strange sound doesn't stop.
I move under my blanket.

"weep"

I gather all my courage.
Slowly moving to the window.
Making a thorough rummage.
I hear the wind softly blow.

Fingers separate the blinds shakily.
Eye looks out throw the crack cautiously.
The fear begins to fade away.
I can see myself living tomorrow's day.

The fuss was all for nothing.
I feel like a fool.
On the windowsill of my room,
sits a magnificent jewel.

Even though it's ***** and wet,
it's eyes, greener than Cloverleaf,
sparkle through the dark night's net.
It's a cat.