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Hercules, the Alley Cat
Hercules is the alley cat
Who stalks the alleys at night
And climbs into the trash containers
To find a tasty bite.
"Cat food is a bore," he says,
"And doesn't suit my taste.
Besides," he adds, "it's silly to let
Good food go to waste."
The local cats admire his skills
To manage on his own
And how he's able to clean remaining
Meat off any bone.
Before the trash collectors come by
To empty the bins, ol' Herc
Rummages through the open containers,
Keeping busy at work.
Rodents are no match for him
When he's in the mood
To supplement his diet with
A fresher type of food.
"Residents don't," he says with sigh,
"Appreciate us cats.
Because of our great diligence,
The streets have fewer rats.
"A problem nowadays," he laments--
"A definite no brainer--
Is how to manage when there is
A lid on the trash container.
"You must learn to be dexterous, agile,
Sneaky, snappy, and clever."
Some give up when they are challenged,
But Hercules will never!
It's said that Herc often receives
The blame for being a pater
After encounters with lady cats--
Sixty-some days later.
"I'm known for being promiscuous,
But that is just a rumor,"
He says with a wink to let us know
He has a sense of humor.
"It's dangerous at night," he says,
"For there's a threatening owl
That flies in from the park, and dogs
Are always on the prowl.
"In order to survive in life--
You can take it from me--
You always need alternatives--
What you call Plan B.
"I am an expert at dodging and prancing;
My skills are hard to beat.
When YOU take a fall, are you always
Able to land on your feet?
"Fate has given me obstacles,
Which I call my 'Labors.'
If you don't believe me, well,
Just ask all the neighbors."
So Hercules, or Herc, if you will,
While not seeking fame,
Hopes that he, nevertheless,
Can live up to his name.
-by Bob B (2-10-20)
Who stalks the alleys at night
And climbs into the trash containers
To find a tasty bite.
"Cat food is a bore," he says,
"And doesn't suit my taste.
Besides," he adds, "it's silly to let
Good food go to waste."
The local cats admire his skills
To manage on his own
And how he's able to clean remaining
Meat off any bone.
Before the trash collectors come by
To empty the bins, ol' Herc
Rummages through the open containers,
Keeping busy at work.
Rodents are no match for him
When he's in the mood
To supplement his diet with
A fresher type of food.
"Residents don't," he says with sigh,
"Appreciate us cats.
Because of our great diligence,
The streets have fewer rats.
"A problem nowadays," he laments--
"A definite no brainer--
Is how to manage when there is
A lid on the trash container.
"You must learn to be dexterous, agile,
Sneaky, snappy, and clever."
Some give up when they are challenged,
But Hercules will never!
It's said that Herc often receives
The blame for being a pater
After encounters with lady cats--
Sixty-some days later.
"I'm known for being promiscuous,
But that is just a rumor,"
He says with a wink to let us know
He has a sense of humor.
"It's dangerous at night," he says,
"For there's a threatening owl
That flies in from the park, and dogs
Are always on the prowl.
"In order to survive in life--
You can take it from me--
You always need alternatives--
What you call Plan B.
"I am an expert at dodging and prancing;
My skills are hard to beat.
When YOU take a fall, are you always
Able to land on your feet?
"Fate has given me obstacles,
Which I call my 'Labors.'
If you don't believe me, well,
Just ask all the neighbors."
So Hercules, or Herc, if you will,
While not seeking fame,
Hopes that he, nevertheless,
Can live up to his name.
-by Bob B (2-10-20)
