Roots The Cat Poem by John Bliven Morin

Young Roots, he is a mariner cat,
A prideful Captain, he;
At the bow of the ship he sits with a smile
As his shipmates put to sea.

What wondrous lands will he view today?
What strange things will he find,
As he sails the oceans of the world
And leaves his home behind?

His ship is but a rowboat small,
Our family is his crew;
The sea is the lake beside our home,
But not in our Captain's view.

When he sees us starting for the boat,
He quickly jumps aboard,
And positions himself at the very bow;
Our laughter quite ignored.

For Roots, he is a mariner cat,
A prideful Captain, he;
At the bow of the ship he sits with a smile
As his shipmates put to sea!