Westward Bound at Dusk

Red sky at dusk

A beauty sublime

Rests on our mountains

For moments in time

Gone all too soon

Close your eyes

Imagine the clouds

Hanging like blood

Before your eyes

The Ghost of The Catamount

The catamount,

It does appear,

From our fair Commonwealth

Has disappeared,

It's just as gone

As gone can be.

Just ask the state

Environment folk,

They'll tell you

It's extinct in our fair land,

As is the Nittany Lion,

From its home

Of Pennsylvania.

They say the only Nittany Lion left

Is frozen in perpetual leap

Outside the Penn State football field.

And as a proof,

Her moaning call

Is heard no more

Throughout the Pennsylvania mounts.

We've slain those big cats

One and all

From the Allegheny

To the Blue Ridge.

So when a giant cat

Stretched herself full out

Before our car

Just to cross the street

At the time of her desire,

Not one moment sooner,

Nor one moment later,

We might have almost hit a ghost,

But she didn't stick around

To tell us who she was.

The great cat speaks not,

But goes about her business,

If she's there,

And if she's not,

What the heck was that
That crossed the road?