The guard did growleth as he pushed us out,

Catnip stanking up each breath.

“Your turn has come at last,” he mewed,

His eyes aglow with death.

In leaps and bounds, the course was run;

We gave it every ounce of heart.

So silently, the audience sat enrapt,

That thou couldst hear a kitten fart.

But when we came to that final jump

Promising freedom from my cell,

My companion, she did puncheth me,

And laughed loudly as I fell.

Falling, falling… I wonder now,

Won’t our imprisonment ever cease?!

Mayhaps someone will Spring my friends…

Mayhaps they near Release!