Puss n' Boots

After I ring the small brass temple bell
I bought at my corner Tibetan store
My cat replies and my emotions swell
When I see him there padding through the door.
He meows once or twice, in constant purr,
And walks directly to the lingering sound;
Then with a paw he reaches for the spur
Of his fixed thoughts and brings the small bell down.
This happens without fail whenever I
So wish to bring about the incident;
Now therefore when I need the world’s reply,
I ring my little bell, quite confident
That in a little corner of my life
I have command while helplessness is rife.