Would you help me, please?
This big little secret, I locked in a freeze
Sealed it with a neat bow, away from prying and prowling eyes to see
Guarded behind high walls and higher watch-towers
Never to peep the light of day
But Alas today is no ordinary day
Help me, Father!
I spy a climber, a tress-passer
With the stealth of a cat, cheesing like a Chesire
Creeping on the up, doomed revelation drawing
Heed my plea, anybody
Clucking chickens have come home to roost
Will nobody help me?
Anxious and unsettled, torn into a double dis-junction
Between preservation and freedom
The former exceeding the latter but only one transcending
Change is in the air
Help is not coming, I am all I’ve got
Defeat is only bitter if swallowed
This cat might bring upon me some much-needed good fortune