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Mad Sadie
"Cat", "almond milk", and "clock" lol
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Clock’s Song
Once, there was a happy couple in their twilight years
they’d had their share of laughter, though they’d had their share of tears
their children all had grown and left their parents’ almond farm
but they were were happy all their children still were safe from harm
One son became a wizard, and the eldest went to school
the rest were less determined, but among them was no fool
though the farm was more or less abandoned in the end
they had saved more money than they had the time to spend
For at least a dozen years, the couple had a cat
who kept the homestead safe from every sneaky mouse and rat
the three of them together shared a love so wide and deep
but one day the old man passed on while smiling in his sleep
The man had been a well respected elder in the town
his hard work on the farm had earned the old man great renown
he was just the last of all his friends to pass away
and now his widowed wife was quite alone most every day
No more conversations by the fireside every night
they’d always shared a glass of almond milk, and all was right
now the widow shared a silent glass with her old cat
and couldn’t help lamenting it was silent where they sat
One day she walked into town to buy some eggs and cheese
noticing the red and orange colours in the trees
but as she wandered down the road, where none should be in sight
she saw a quaint old shop that must have sprouted overnight
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She wandered in and saw that it was full of wondrous things
hats and books that read themselves, a tissue box that sings
a pretty girl appeared abruptly in a cloud of fire
claiming she knew just what the old lady would desire
“For a modest price, this clock will suit your needs quite well
it runs a little slow but it’s enchanted with a spell
at exactly midnight when you hear it start to chime
it’ll grant you any wish, but just for one day’s time”
The widow was intrigued and paid the witch a little gold
and then the shop just vanished, once the clock was thusly sold
she finished up her shopping then she went back to her house
pleased to see the cat had finished hunting one more mouse
After dinner she looked on in wonder at the clock
she’d found such a magic tool while on a simple walk
she wondered for a while what sort of wish she ought to make
maybe she could wish to share a nice, delicious cake
In the end, her thoughts would always bring her to her love
the man who now watched over her in peace from up above
but she could never bare to say goodbye to him once more
she’d meet him soon enough regardless of what she wished for
As she sat in silence she decided what she’d wish
right when she was pouring almond milk in the cat’s dish
“I’ll wish that you could talk and we’ll remember bygone days
I’m sure you have some stories of the old man’s silly ways”
And so when midnight struck and the old lady heard that chime
she found the words to wish her cat could talk, and just in time
they spent the whole next day exchanging countless happy tales
the cat recalled the man he knew and spared her no details
“Once when you were shopping, the old man had hatched a plan
he’d pick some flowers for you and he’d put them in a can
but when he brought them in he spilled some water on your dress
when you came back home, he went and blamed me for the mess”
The widow and the cat had talked and laughed into the night
even as the fire died, the old widows’s face was bright
midnight was approaching and the pair of old friends sighed
but still the cat looked just a little bit unsatisfied
“Tell me dear old cat, what is it that you wish to say
if you want more almond milk, I’ll get some right away”
with loving eyes the cat then spoke, before it was too late
“I really don’t like almond milk, but cow’s milk would be great”