There once was an old squirrel,
who one day, in his home had quite a quarrel.
And while the squirrel peacefully sat,
suddenly appeared a hungry old cat.
Before the cat raised his claws,
he thought maybe, Why not have some fun after all?
The old cat proposed,
“I don’t suppose
we could have a game
to prove your mental aim.
Unless… if you are afraid
that if you lose, you will be slayed.”
The squirrel pondered this
and responded in this gist,
“I accept you dare.
Now in order to keep this fair,
I propose a war of riddles.”
The cat did not diddle,
and he first spoke,
“Where does night cloak
The squirrel answered right away,
Then, he continued the fight,
“What do you give
that allows me to live?”
The cat thought and thought
but was tied up in a knot.
He sighed and gave up
for what meaning could this cover-up?
“Time.” The squirrel uttered.
The cat, flustered,
retreated from the squirrel’s home,
still hungry, now only to roam.