Sometimes all we need is to believe. It doesn’t matter what we believe or even if it’s true. Just believing is enough to get us through.

The Cat In The Box

Quite long ago quite far away,
Deep in the dark of night.
A little boy sits quaking there,
Quite paralyzed with fright.

He knows that he has heard a sound,
That’s how he chanced to wake.
He strains so hard to hear again,
No breath he dares to take.

He lies like this ’til sleep at last,
Lays claim to him once more.
But even then this sleep is not,
So restful as before.

His older brother looks at him,
In mornings pale light.
And asks if he has slept at all,
He looks an awful sight.

The boy decides to ask his help,
And tells him of the noise.
The older brother says perhaps,
The cat disturbed his toys.

The younger one considers this,
He’s not convinced it’s true.
So his brother makes them a plan,
Decides what they should do.

His brother will stay in his room,
To see what he can hear.
To see if they can figure out,
The true source of his fear.

So though the night the brother sits,
Though he is tired too.
And as the younger sleeps the night,
He wonders what to do.

He tells his brother he will stay,
But only one more night.
He’s confident he’ll find the cause,
Of his young brothers fright.

That night there is an awful crash,
The young boy starts awake.
He looks and sees his brother sits,
Upon a wooden crate.

He set a trap and caught the cat,
About his nightly rounds.
It’s clear this fuzzy thing’s the source,
Of all the mystery sounds.

And later on he gives the cat,
Some cream in his small bowl.
He pets him then and thanks him for,
How well he played his role.

“I do not know what sounds he heard,
But this I guarantee.
No matter what he hears I bet,
He thinks it’s you. You see?”

And sure enough from that night on,
He slept quite undeterred.
For in his dreams that clumsy cat,
Was all he ever heard.

Cheers, Winston