Authors Note: These are just some poems i wrote about a year ago. i've always had this idea that there could be a Cats sequel, or at least an accompanying peice with which directors could trade songs around to create a unique cats experience.
The Barn Cat
Knockaboreaux's a barn cat
With a long and easy stride.
He's got Ginger and some tabby
And some brown along his hide.
And while they never stroke him
All the farmers, they confide.
And if there's trav'ling to be done
He goes on for the ride.
He's recognized in London and
Across the northern strand
He scoffs at human charity
And will not eat from hand
But he's sure to steal a bite or two
If his presence has been banned!
At Brookfordshire the neighbors knew
When Knocky was about
For he'd gice a thump to any cat or
Useless canine lout
And if you saw his passing form,
All tall and strong and stout,
You knew that it was Knocky
with no shadow of a doubt
Knockaboreaux's a hunter
With a gift for rats and mice
And when the rodents pass him,
It's a trick roll of the dice
And once they have been spotted
There's no escape will suffice
When old Knocky's eyes start gleaming
Like two bits of sunlit ice.
Bombalurina, the Dance Hall's Cat
In the shade of the evening, when the lamps are down low
Can you sense the happiness shining in all the mirrors?
The music still straining is bouncing against them
As Bombalurina pirouettes and twirls
She watches the instructors
And aids them in their coaching
And waits for the wooden floor to clear
She outstrips them all, without even boasting
Bombalurina, the dance hall's cat
Spastic, bombastic, contrite and controlled
She dances her dance with a shuffle and tap
There's not yet been a creature can full match her skill
Many have tried, but all failed by half
Bombalurina the dance hall's cat
Her life a ballet to the tune of "Vivat!"
She's learned every dance and held every step
And few other's I know could hold claim to that!
In the dim of the morning, when light starts to peep
The music still tinkles from beneath the sill
When all other creatures are tucked in asleep
Bombalurina is dancing there still
Jellicle Kits; On Explaining Their Behavior
They are black and they are white
They stay out of sight
They follow the moon in the chill of the night
They are short and they're tall
They're fright'ningly small
They will tear up the house as they bounce down the hall
For they are the kits of the Jellicle Tribe
Yes, they are the kits of the Jellicle tribe
They're sneaky, they're cheeky, they're all cute as bugs
Their humans can't stop them destroying the rugs
They'll steal any treat
And they'll take any bribe
For they are the kits of the Jellicle Tribe
Yes, they are the kits of the Jellicle tribe
They are marry and bright
Rolly poly or slight
Keener to play but with claws yet to fight
They are flighty and funny
They lay anywhere sunny
They raid closed up larders and knock over the honey
For they are the kits of the Jellicle Tribe
Yes, they are the kits of the Jellicle tribe
So spastic, elastic, they are stubborn of will
But they can tear up a couch and steal your heart still
They are light on their feet
And all playfully hide
For they are the kits of the Jellicle Tribe
Yes, they are the kits of the Jellicle tribe
They prance and the skip
Do a jig or a flip
Before hopping on shoulders of clinging to hips
They scurry at night
And chase candle light
As they bounce and they tumble and nearly take flight
For they are the kits of the Jellicle Tribe
Yes, they are the kits of the Jellicle tribe
Under the blankets or down in the hall
They know the whole house and seem to own it all
They'll lie on your lap
While tracking the mice
For they are the kits of the Jellicle Tribe
Yes, they are the kits of the Jellicle tribe!
The Initiation of Cats: For Cannot the Cat…?
The initiation of cats is a matter of convention
And no single cat is treated the same
But gone to new homes, and making clear their intentions
They perhaps gain the chance for a Jellicle name
For every cat needs a name to their favor
Whether they have a family or live as a stray
And the tribe will accept them, as is their birthright
But only if they can prove their own way
For I tell you that cats can often forget
The reason their eyes burn like live embers
The path to reveal for them their deep hidden glory
Is to transport them back, and help them remember
For cannot the cat see the spirit that's coming
From out of the darn through the fogg'd window pane?
And cannot the cat sense the storm that is brewing
Long before they hear the patter of rain?
And cannot the cat, deitically, rising
Remember the time they were revered as a god?
And cannot the cat recall when they were seen as a demon
And in the remembering, think it quite odd?
And cannot the cat dance on the fencerows
A long while after the breaking of day?
And will not the cat hold their head high with pride
Despite the obstructions that lengthens their way?
And cannot the cat, who is the initiate
Sense the disturbance and notice the same
The familiarity in the eternal symbols
As they whisper quietly their Jellcle name?
But cannot the cat see the sacrifice given
The blood drops upon the wick, book, and bell
And cannot they see nine others step forward
Sharing of their spirits before the last knell
If you notice an intrigue of cats, like a council
Do not be alarmed by the strangeness it seems
For it is simply the marking of a new fam'ly member
Coming out of the darkness, and into their dreams.
The Mystical Cat, Delphinipat
Delphinipat is the name of the cat
With the future inside of her mind
She'll tell you every truth
And she'll 'say' and then she'll 'sooth'
And she'll never leave a doubt of any kind
That cat, that cat, that mystical cat,
In her little grey robe, Miss Delphinipat
Delphinipat is the name of the cat
With an oracle at her feet
She'll kindly read your palm
And her tarot's like a Psalm
And the fortune she gives you knocks you off your seat
That cat, that cat, that mystical cat,
In her little grey robe, Miss Delphinipat
Delphinipat is the name of the cat
With mysteries to try to unknot
She dances on the crystal ball
And never will her feet there fall
Until she's got your future pegged down on the spot!
Delphic-oracle cats have bright shining eyes
Divinical cats always look to the skies
The mystical cats know the truth from the lies
And Delphinipat is the one with the prize
That cat, that cat, that mystical cat,
In her little grey robe, Miss Delphinipat
Mystic Delphinipat!
The 'Fraidy Cat
Skittermilly is hear again
Slipping along the edges, never fully seen
Hiding in the bushes, dashing through the rain
Though she's given away, for her eyes are bright green.
Fraidy cat, Fraidy cat, what do you say
When the humans are gone at the end of the day?
Fraidy cat, Fraidy Cat, what do you do
When the lights are down low and the moonlight shines through?
But when the lamps are up high
And the temperature's cooling,
And the stress of the day is long gone from the streets,
Skittermilly's about,
And no one can deny it,
Because Skitter will sing for whoever she meets.
Skittermilly is hear today
Under a porch with a robin perched on her paw
Fleeing from the humans, racing so far away.
She's gone to the trees. See the marks from her claws?
Fraidy cat, Fraidy cat, what do you say
When the humans are gone all up and away?
Fraidy cat, Fraidy cat, where do you play
When the junkyards are full and the night's underway?
Her black and white coat can be seen in the lamplight
As she minces on fences
And bounds over posts
She likes the cool evenings, and will sing well past midnight
Dodging the doghouses
And skirting the ghost.
Skittermilly has left her roost
It's midnight, she's dancing far and away
Singing aloud, despite the tossed boots
Teaching the kittens and training the strays.
Fraidy cat, Fraidy cat, can you be seen
When the weather is cold and the pickings are lean?
Fraidy cat, Fraidy cat, what do you say
When the family's gone at the end of the day?
Her ways are elastic
She belongs everywhere
She winters in attics and barns and in trains
She dances for breakfast,
And sings for her dinner
And never has she been left out in the rain.
Skittermilly is ther, just 'round the corner
And if you look carefully, you may spot her eyes
In shadows she's hidden, you may never find her
But don't be shocked if she catches you by surprise