It’s hard to leap from beam to beam,
On the old railway bridge these days,
the gap is further than it might seem,
In the grey and blue haze.
My whiskers are grey and I have lost my fur,
I can’t hear as well as I should,
When I was younger I would leap and purr,
As spritely as a young Cat could.
On the Railway bridge there nowhere to hide,
All I see is hungry dogs waiting on the other side.