Stalking through the night time,
Far away from home.
Never walking in a straight line,
Never staying for to long.
He prowls the night with grace and ease,
Watching o'er his kingdom fair.
He scales fences, climbs the trees,
He sees a movement, he stops and stares.
Woe to any night time beast,
Who walks across his road.
Smaller creatures than he provide a feast,
Larger chased from his abode.
When dawns first light touches the path,
Back to his home he heads.
The nights activities in the past,
To be a house pet, born and bred.
Swirling Slowly, Prison of Glass,
Images running through my head.
Who gazes towards me? What will they ask?
I must listen carefully to whats being said.
To show the images of future and life,
That seems to be my meaning.
To answer questions of husband and wife,
I often show sorrow and grieving.
Oh, what wouldnt I give to leave my cell,
For a moment of fresh clean air.
But I must choke and die in my living hell,
And tell all as people stare.