The Cat Who Wanted to Fly

A little cat upon the sill
Watches birds take off at will.
”Oh, how I wish that I could fly,
And roam about the open sky!”

He leaps up high, his paws all spread,
Flaps his “wings” — but falls instead.
Down he tumbles, feeling small,
Flat upon the rug, that’s all.

A sparrow lands beside him there:
“You cannot fly through open air,
But see how you climb trees with grace,
And leap so lightly, any place!”

The cat perks up, his frown undone —
No bird, but still a clever one!
He climbs, he pounces, light as air,
Proud to be a cat, beyond compare.