from E. Dickinson:

A narrow fellow in the grass
Occasionally rides
You may have met him, did you not?
His notice sudden is.

The grass divides as with a comb
A spotted shaft is seen
And then it closes at your feet
and opens further on.

He likes a boggy acre
a floor too cool for corn
And when a child and barefoot
I more than once, at morn

Have passed I thought a whiplash
unbraiding in the sun.
When stooping to secure it ,
It vanished and was gone.

Many of nature's people
I know, and they know me.
I feel for them a transport
of Cordiality.

But never met this fellow,
Attended or alone
Without a tighter breathing
And zero at the bone.

Er...do you want our favorite poems by actual poets, or silly things we made up?

Submission for the latter:

"Ode to a Hungry Cat" (tune of "If Ever I Would Leave You")

I promise I will feed you,
Very, very shortly,
I can see how nervous, and worried, you arrrre
You pace and you look at me,
You stare at your bowl,
You think you will never eat,
But this is not so.

The medicine must sit a while,
Dissolving in your food,
For if you detect grittiness, you will not eat itttt
It's all for the best, dear boy,
Wait for the end of this song,
Then I will hurry feed youuuu, right now!