She was headed for work on a late fall night,
All was normal, not a problem in sight.
No need to hurry, plenty of time to spare,
Unknown to her, Fluff took a dare.
Enjoying the late hour, a full moon intact.
Clear and cool, a leisurly drive, in fact.
A look in the rear view mirror,
What did she see, who was there?
A creature unknown had decided to ride,
It was positioned on the trunk, just to the side.
But a second look confirmed, it was no stranger indeed.
It was Fluff, the cat, peering in at she.
A second to ponder on what to do;
She decided to head home, and then she flew.
Top speed ahead, no time to lose,
Fluff was sure to be news.
He knew what was on her mind,
If he jumped, he'd be left behind.
So smirking a grin,
His white hair, blowing in the wind.
Fluff held on in flight, of the new speed attained,
No time to loose, he had been game.
He mastered the turns and all his fear,
Oh, poor Fluff, my poor dear.
Who knew, what was to be,
In a sense; Fluff, was up a tree.
Nowhere to turn, far from home,
Fluff, now, was on his own.
King of the road, in flight
What a sight, in the moonlight.
What other animals saw that night.
Must had put them in fright.
At home they arrived, Fluff had held on firm,
Feet like suction cups, he was afraid to let go.
But depart he must.
She gave him a thrust.
What started with nine lives, left with eight.
What is to become of his fate?
So the story ends.
Fear he had conquered.
