The Clowder

At the meeting of The Clowder
They voted the soup to be clam chowder
And the main course would be pheasant under grass
At the upcoming Clan Uprising
Nothing would be surprising
It would be an event of Upper Cat and Class

Tuxedo-suited misters
Would sport boot-blackened whiskers
And escort the dainty ladies in calico

As the redheads would sing loudly
Of their fluffy bellies proudly
Every kit in Kitdom would be sure to show

At the unveiling of the banquet
Spread out on sun-drenched blanket
A cheer would rise to great the day
At the sight the wide-eyed kittens
Would clap their fuzzy mittens
Cheering gaily "Nip Nip Nip! Hooray!"

Preparations were then started
As the attendees departed
For the gala was slated to begin at dawn
All the midnight prowlers
Of whom quite a few were howlers
Were dispatched to properly prepare the lawn

The full moon, as was expected
Helped immensely as they inspected
Every blade that glistened beneath its silvery light

That green carpet was soon gleaming
And they'd be found upon it dreaming
Before the day raised up its gold to end the night

As the first rays warmed their ear tips
And the dew drops kissed their fur lips

The Clowder Elders dragged forth the fare on eiderdown
Whilst errant feathers softly fluttered
They, the secret incantations uttered
Inviting Bast's multitude of charges to gather round

"Praise to you, furry, wise and pretty!"
"Joy to every wonderous kitty!"
"Let the Glorious Clan Uprising now commence!"
And with the ringing of the Bluebells
From the valleys to the high fells
All Catkind set forth and were brought hence

And as all had always claimed
The festivities still remained
The Greatest Gathering the world has ever known
For every moggy and minou
From Bali Hai to Timbuktou
Was represented and their bonny banners flown

Acrobats swung from the trees
with the aid of a trapeze
while the crowd below cheered and raised a toast
While new litters got their names
There were contests and some games
Mostly centered on which mouser caught the most

Heroic tales left all in awe
A wizened dam read one's paw

A bevy of wee bairns played "Big Hunter" in the grass
And as the shadows grew ever longer
Bonds between the clans grew stronger
All in all, it was a day that no other could surpass

One by one, off to their beds
Little kittens with nodding heads
Were dreaming of dandelions, butterflies, and cream
And a full day after dawn
They met the starlight with a yawn
As The Clowder Elders looked happily upon the scene

And then the oldest Elder stood,
Declared the Clan Uprising good
Then raised up his paws and eyes to the twinkling stars above
He gave Great Thanks to Bast
And then he purred at last
The closing prayer of "Live sweet life" and "Give sweet love".

And so if you should ever see
A circle of cats, as few as three
You witness, without doubt, a meeting of The Clowder
What wonderous scheme is it
That their cunning minds visit?
And for which all felines everywhere purr the louder?

Don't think those midnight prowlers
Are nothing more than howlers
As they preen your lawn for hours through the night
They are grooming greener pastures
For The Clowder's morning raptures
And for that which only Catdom may see the sight!

THE END

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