A poem

Zoe

There once was a girl
who woke up in the night,
her back slightly aching
from the cat on her right.

She was moved to the floor
and the sound of her hiss
woke the loud snoring dog:
something was amiss!

He rattled and whined
till the girl, slightly groggy,
moved to let him outside
but both she and the doggy

were very surprised!
Skulking in the backyard
was a largish raccoon,
also caught off his guard.

What followed was such
a big hullabaloo
that the peace in the house
was shattered in two.

The dog went berserk.
The kids woke up bawling.
The whole house awakened
from that ring-tail crawling.

The girl put the dog up
and quieted the boys.
The raccoon did return to
his nocturnal ploys.

All seemed back to normal,
so she fell into bed,
only to be filled
with a new kind of dread.

For the scorned cat, now yowling,
had revenge on her mind.
She dug her sharp claws on
the things she could find.

The girl, quite exhausted
reached down in the night,
She picked up the cat,
placed her back on her right.

So "let sleeping cats lie"
is the moral to take
for a backache is better
than an hour spent awake.