Beware the cat woman of the moon
Her lunar meows like banshee screams
Her intentions, a bad ending for you
Harold Olds met her in 1953 on one of
those full moon portentous nights
She scratched on his door disguised
Her meows like a earth kitty’s
He said what’s the matter kitty and
Let her in his house to help her out
Gave her some milk in a bowl and
Some leftover last night’s hamburger
In seconds she gulped it all down
The human trapped, with her alien
Powers she put him to sleep and
Transported him through the roof
Of his house and up to the moon
And Harold died in deep space
Along the long way up and
The cat woman of the moon
Meowing merrily sauteed his
Corpse, licked her lips and
Enjoyed some exotic earth
Food, the sweet ending of
a successful planetary prowl.
Bob Boyd
