Poem written for a friend
There was a pied piper in Hamelin,
with a profile photographers dream of,
who enticed all the mice away
to no one knows where.
And when the last mouse
had finally been been sent scampering,
our piper decided a cat would be really the thing.
But while waiting for just the right cat,
in the meantime
a discovery was made.
That, lo and behold,
there was more to Hamelin than one might imagine
and beyond that tiny town
a great world to explore.
So like all good music makers who follow their music,
this one went off to see what could be had.
(Maybe even that elusive cat)