The Cry of a Love-Lorn Tom

Abed last night
I woke in fright
At a fearsome burst of song.
'Twas a caterwaul,
A mating call;
The cry of a love-lorn tom.

I raised the blind,
Looked out to find
Just where 'twas coming from.
This accolade
Of serenade
With cry of a love-lorn tom.

I took a shoe
Which I then threw
To express my rage complete.
'Twas no avail.
The diresome wail
Continued in the street.

Tom was in must,
(A frenzied lust),
He'd craved a pussy too long.
When one he saw
He arched and swore
The cry of a love-lorn tom.

My other shoe
I took and threw
My boots to boot, ... and more
'Til slippers went
By when I'd spent
My ammunition store

So out the door
I rushed, and swore,
With just my night shirt on.
Goaded by
That screeching cry;
The cry of a love-lorn tom.

The door behind,
(As was designed)
Swung shut and latched again.
Sore distressed,
And barely dressed,
I was barefoot in the lane.

When Tom saw me
He scampered free
And now he is long gone.
While shiver I,
Benighted by
The cry of that love-lorn tom.

Dear friends. Beware!
Don't interfere
Pray heed this "tail" so long
And don't assail
That feline male
When he cries he's a love-lorn tom.

P. Finne. April 2013.