So long Kitty-Cat

So long, Kitty-cat; the rain has overrun
Your little habitat.
Your bed in the dark alley, can no longer
Feel the Sun,
But can see the sally,
Of an army of raindrops, marching towards the ground.
I see you peek around, with your whiskered face,
towards the playing ground.
In a mirror you look, tucking your drenched hair with grace,
like an adventurous book,
Steps taken from a deer, with feet trapped in heeled boots,
You glide down the alley without fear.

You vanish at the turn; a magician's trick,
That I would never learn.

As for me, my Universe ends,
At the little piece of road I can see;
Whereas you had taken a sharp bend,
I remain hidden, as hidden as can be.

But beyond it is paper white,
With little drops of great delight;
At times though, they leave a despairing wake,
All the way to the mountain lake,
Whose surface now burns with misty fumes,
No mountain in that mirror looms;
Nor can it, till it stops to rain,
To relieve me from this quiet pain.

And much beyond is but lost to sight
Oh Kitty-cat, will I see you tonight?