A CAT IS WATCHING
A cat is watching a cat is watching!
A cat is watching I know of that. A cat is watching I am sure of that!
I walk the streets as innocent as a sparrow haunts a hedgerow.
But I am being watched.
Of that I know...
It is a dark night and there are eyes on me...
Of that I know...
Of that I know!
In the darkness the lights I see shining green -
It is IT watching me.
I have no doubt there is a cat watching me!
A cat is watching I know of that. A cat is watching I am sure of that!
There is a turn in the road I refuse to take. I must admit every step I make makes me shake...
A cat is watching I know of that. A cat is watching I am sure of that!
There is a cat watching I am sure of that!
I saw in the distance a shadowy figure go, with green eyes it had I saw them glow...A cat I am sure of that. I am being watched by a cat. A cat indeed, a cat! I am sure of that.
I must walk true and with speed. There are green eyes watching me indeed...
I fear the eyes! I fear the eyes! I see them in the darkness!
Those green eyes I see them in the darkness...
I fear those eyes - I move and I move, but those eyes stay always where they are, watching. I know they are watching. A cat is watching, I know that.
My dreams are like my steps, I see the eyes when I rest - and I awake to the cry of something fierce in the streets. It never sleeps, the cat that is watching, ever watching a cat is watching I know of that.
On me it is finally dawning...
I might never see the morning...
A cat is in my way - in it's shadow my sins are displayed - ITS eyes are ever reading - always searching - ever seeking - seeking the truth deep inside the depths of me.
O indeed it seeks me - a cat is watching me! Of that I know that...
In the streets I am fleeing, desperately retreated, from my shadow and something more than that.
There is something that is creeping - and while I am dreaming it arrives seeping into my dreams. And there in the darkness I see it crawling, ever pawing at my darkest fears - O my gosh there it leers! It's shadow is always growing, ever pushing, ever nudging - at my presence it is always pulling. With my conscience shattering it always seeks me as it leads me through the door. And once in the street there is no retreat, from the shadow that hangs around my feet, is there anyone out there who will remember me and mourn?
I fear the cat.
I fear THE CAT!
O please, dread! Please let me flee the cat!
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YES.
I am being watched by a cat - of that I know that...
(Remember! All spelling errors and grammatical mistakes are intentional - the author 😆)
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