Back on the Mountain
by Mewsette
I live in a city, but not by choice,
I'm a country cat, born and bred.
Our humans don't listen to one cat's voice,
Moving lock, stock and barrel instead.
Once I lived on a mountain as green as a jewel,
Where mossy woods rustled and evening was cool,
I'd rather be back on the mountain.
I've been four years now in Springfield, M.O.,
With the noise and the traffic that startles me so,
I'd rather be back on the mountain.
I'm too far away from the forest and hills
That are bumpy with muffin-like trees,
I'm too far removed from the rocks and the rills
And my personal whispering breeze.
I've been here so long and I know this is home,
The doors shut me in and I'm too old to roam,
But I'd rather be back on the mountain.
A cat of the night or a cat of the day,
It was perfectly suited to me every way,
I'd rather be back on the mountain.
There every dawn was all pinkish and gold
As it crept through the black lacy branches.
The nights were all starry, the moon bright and bold,
And the air sparked with firefly dances.
The stillness and peace made a heaven of night;
No velvet-soft darkness was shattered by light.
I'd rather be back on the mountain.
Where perfume of lilies would fill the Spring air,
And birds drifted slow, like they hadn't a care,
I'd rather be back on the mountain.
Now that I'm old, I don't have the time left
To hope I'll return there for good.
My memories are lovely, my heart is bereft,
I can't be satisfied as I should.
The sun was more golden, the sky more divine
In the arms of the mountain I'll always call mine.
I'd rather be back on the mountain.
I'll find my peace dreaming, I'll listen and sigh
My mountain is calling, it will till I die.
Then I'll be back on the mountain.
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