Saxon Crow

The Collaborator

I have a cat, a pet of sorts

Who\'s friendly as can be 

He will say hello to anyone around

As far as the eye can see

He made friends with a dog one day

A strange thing to behold

And it got me wondering

What the other cats thought

When they saw them both alone

Was he a traitor to his own species?

A feline to despise?

Or was he just something that needed

teaching

To stick to your own kind

And so I observed my little furry cat

And noticed he began to change

He\'d come home with scratches

And injuries

With bites I could not explain

He seemed depressed

And slightly afraid

And it was a sad thing for me to see

For my cat had always seemed so alive, footloose and fancy free

But now he\'s become a timid thing

And will hardly leave the house

Instead of being his carefree self

He is as timid as a mouse

And as for the dog who became his friend

I see him from time to time 

And there\'s something diminished from him as well

As if he\'s spent time quietly crying

And the other cats in the neighbourhood

Pay more interest to my home

Because no one likes a collaborator

When the news tells you who to scorn