The Bully And Me

He was the neighborhood nuisance Each morning we heard his loud mouth When he spoke he caused a disturbance And would throw all his cigarettes about. In truth, he was just a nasty bully Who suffered from very poor self-esteem He speaks in that loud voice if only To pretend he's much better, so it seems. In that place where I worked was a cat She would drop by each morning for me She would brush my leg and purr so that I would bless her with food, hopefully. One day this nasty bully took a slingshot Hid behind our trellis fence to aim At the innocent cat who lay on her mat With the purpose of killing the same. He fired one stone, hit the cat on the head I was shocked so I went out to confront him Heartbroken in tears, thought my cat was dead Because of my anger, my mind grew dim. At my height of five feet two inches I was a dwarf in the face of that bully But I pushed him down the thorn bushes - Well the guy was really afraid of me! All of a sudden the cat got up and ran Escaped through the fence by one leap Never saw her again for a month Missing her, I did lose some good sleep. Then one day I heard her familiar meow And what joy - she came to the house! Took her home with me, for all I know That bully had turned into a silly mouse. So now I have my cat and named her 'Muning'.