Should I write

A little cat on two legs
walked with two hands on two kegs

Of water, filled up to survive
With a weak family that cannot strive

Thirsty they are and responsible the cat is
On a search for water, more it went and still it is

There wasn’t any water. But no matter. It went the length
Only to find, an annoying, dumb giant with strength

The cat’s irritated and kept a river of distance
The giant was in love and wagged in its presence

Its paws walked on and along came the trunky giant
One, a seeker. The other, a stupid lovely taint

At a rocky summit, thin lips parted in a tantrum
‘leave me alone’, didn’t the mammoth, entranced in love rum

Tiny pebbles and a slippery hill
The cat’s in trouble, not a thrill

Fast it rolled with its keg of water
Up it came into the giants hand minutes later

Face full of dirt couldn’t hide the tears
Engulfed, the cat jumped onto the thick bares

Up ahead was a journey, a path of thorns to dare
One had to prepare and the other lit up with no care

The giant swiffed and swayed, the cat naught to be torn
Then came a ghost with news to merry and mourn

Its sharp lean finger cracked bones till pointed up
‘Blue Moon. Full of water.’ The giant now a scared pup

A magical string leaked from the thorny finger
With questioning look, cat’s paws below lingered

Cat had to, for its family it had to,
for responsibility it had to, for pride it had to

With a heart that drowned and swelled, the giant uprooted a tree
With ghost’s string a catapult came to be, before the cat could plea

Holding the strip, it’s eyes met the cat’s
Who held the keg tight under a gray hat

The giant moved toward the curve of the world
To put enough stretch for the cat to board

A circle around the globe and teary pulls later
It met again those cute hands on the kegs, somber

The cat looked bright eyed to the moon as grief followed
Sitting on the ‘pult, giants strength it borrowed

A last squeeze to that giant hand
Let off the strip before a tear could land

Flying through the empty space
The cat and the moon come to face

Safe and blue was the moon,
But longing came with earth at noon

Years passed, the giant’s still in wait
Gloomy and still, staring at that bulb so bright

A day it woke and cat was there, the kegs with it
And there comes happily ever after or does it?