My swisher shows my mood to all,
If I'm sad or mad or having a ball.
There's a message each time I swish,
Such as "Hurry up and fill my dish."

It was people who called it a tail,
But as a semphore it will not fail,
To express all I want to say,
In a very clear and easy way.

Though humans don't speak cat,
They know a swish I tell you that.
It says what I feel, true and clear,
They read our swishes, never fear.

If only they could learn our tongue,
Perhaps, if we got them very young,
They could learn, what meow means,
By the time, they reach their teens.

I am not saying they really would,
Be able to speak, cat real good,
But perhaps you and I, can still try,
To explain the meaning in a cat's cry.

I wonder if they could learn our way?
Grow to understand whatever cats say?
Oh, let's not worry, a swish will do,
To say what is meant by me and you.

by Oscar (the Persian) Tolson