This is still a work in progress, but I like it so far.
He wears a black bolero and he plays the violin.
He plays it for the mousies when he wants to let them in.
His pants are made of stripey fur, his feet are long and black
He cuts a dapper figure, this black and tawny cat.
It is nearly time for the nightly reverie.
The musicians begin to gather and talk about their day.
They gather in the hallway and they tune up all their toys.
The cat adjusts his black beret while his band begins to play.
A hound dog plays the bass with a low and steady thrum
And a bushy tailed squirrel taps a beat upon the drum
While the mousies dance the jitterbug in the hallway near the stair
And the children sleeping down the hall are completely unaware
Of the party in the hallway and the animals on the run.
In the early morning before the sun is up
The animals in the band scurry off to their beds
And the cat jumps up onto the bed
Of the children sleeping peacefully with music in their heads.
And he curls up into a ball to sleep day away
With visions of another night of jazzy music to play.
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