A savvy cat named Quinn is wont to walk -
With clothing, feline charms and dauntless speech;
His sense about the folk that gladly talk
Is joined by class and many skills to teach.
In Seashore paired with Walt his loving mate,
His favorite town’s arranged in shops and homes.
As trees and lakes near coastal sands await
For him, he thinks of folk and gladly roams.
Though living with his peers of fur and paw
Is not without its fights or social strife,
The chatty, cagey women strongly draw
His ire; These cats disrupt his peaceful life.
There lives a selfish gal of greyish brown -
A cat named Claire with quite a raucous call;
She’s purged dissenting, cackling words in town
Inside the group or any place at all.
Though in this group exists a chosen chief -
A fuller figured cat that’s furred in brown;
Her forceful, selfish role through words and grief
Is duly fought by cats as gals in town.
“Her baking leaves quite much in skill to be
Desired” the youngest Joyce – a gal so slight
With smugness talks inside her group of three;
Her talk is quite a sad, unseemly sight.
“She doesn’t mend or stitch her family’s clothes –
In spite of what she’s truly wont to do”
Denise, an older cat intones. She shows
Her short and fuller form within her crew.
“That might be so my dear but this she’ll not
Accept” The eldest Maude with strong dismay
Replies. ”I think concerning Claire we ought
To give her yet another chance today.”
“You do no favors to your friend, your flock
Or to this town” the cat named Quinn declares.
“And at some point, you’ll surely need to talk
About the scorn she hides in her affairs.”
The youngest gal named Joyce replies “She’s known
In town from wealth and fame she sharply grew
And shares with local cats her gifts renown.”
They nodded firm at news they claimed they knew.
“Don’t say I did not warn you” banters Quinn
And waves his paw while walking towards the street.
The group of cats are cross in seats they’re in –
Still full of anger’s strong and latent heat.
As loyal cats do pass the boring days;
They follow right behind their lady chief.
While doing chores or crafting there with praise,
They made their gossip known through firm belief.
These daily deals maintained through passing time -
Until on quite a fateful day their chief
Was absent from their meal in midday’s prime;
The nosy gals found Claire through searching's grief.
They saw with Claire a cat who’s dressed in white,
To their dismay - outside her home to make
Some lively chat; This gave them all a fright -
And caused their very ruffled fur to shake.
“They’ll wait for me inside the cottage of
That aging crone” the cat named Claire intones.
“They have not much to do and surely love
Me more than talking to a pile of bones.”
“They cannot measure up to saintly style
You bring through clothes I make with pride and skill”
The cat named Tess exclaims. The manic smile
Of Tess displays her laugh so harsh and shrill.
Dejected then, the group of cat retreat
To sit inside the cottage as they wait.
As selfish Claire brings paltry food to eat
She still receives a most appealing plate.
While plating all the food with eager aid
From lady cats, a rap upon the door
Is heard – the aging Maude soon finds is made
By knocking Quinn – the cat they met before.
The older Maude inquires, “What brings you here?”
“I asked for him to meet us here” Replies
Denise. Towards a chair for him that’s clear
She waves and sets a plate with food supplies.
As Quinn examines nervous Claire again,
He gives her quite a snarky, puckish grin.
While squirming in her chosen seat is when
She then decides to raise her snout and chin.
Through angered speech Claire yells, “Is what you bear
Your words to say to me?” while crossing both
Her arms in dismal rage. She tries to scare
Young Quinn with all her puffing chest’s new growth.
“You’ve said far more than I would need to say”
The clever Quinn replies. “The gals that sit
Around you only lean upon your sway;
There’s no respect, but fear that fails to quit.”
“They notice I’m a pillar of this town!”
She says with quite a haughty, pompous look.
“My strong, enduring mark and great renown
In truth can never, ever be mistook.”
“Well, if you’re such a village pillar then
It’s built on gravel” Quinn the feline speaks.
“You lean upon the things that gals and men
provide – withholding much from them for weeks."
“Your mien is overstayed” Denise proclaims
“Inside this house are only friendly folk;
Your haughty, vain, deceitful acts and claims
Are shown through harsher truths and trust you’ve broke.”
Like bratty, angry teens that moan and howl,
The jilted Claire – with clever Quinn preferred,
Is forced to leave and makes a bitter scowl
Upon her face without another word.
The day grows full and cattish gals adore
Delicious tea and treats that Quinn provides;
The cat’s quite lovely mood gives even more
Than bold and candid speech he surely guides.
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