A Cougar At My Feet

I was camping high upon a mountainside

where it is really cold at night.

Asleep in my bedroll,

I wake about midnight.

I felt a ton of weight on my feet,

"What could that be?"

I eased the sleeping bag

off the top of my head,

and what did I see?

A cougar at my feet!

A cougar at my feet!

Well, it was about that time of the night

when I need to flip on my side.

But I was afraid to move,

for fear that the cougar

might find me a nice treat.

So, I lay there with my foot asleep, my back achin'

I decide to try and go back to sleep.

With a cougar at my feet!

A cougar at my feet!

When I woke at sun up,

my back cramped but no weight at my feet,

I found the cougar had left . . .

no where in sight.

I guess I kept the cougar warm,

just as she kept my warm through the night.

A cougar at my feet!

A cougar at my feet!

I can't help to think at night

lying in bed in my secure home

with my two cats at my feet

About that cougar sleeping at my feet.