And then She's Gone .  . .
Late at night
   I hear the sounds of galloping.
Is it the Galloping Gourmet?
   ("hedonism in a hurry,")
Or is it the Lone Ranger?
   ("...with the speed of light, a cloud of dust
        and a hearty "Hi-yo Silver!")
Closer now,
    I can see the source:
       Pinka, our cat!
And then she's
   galloping again,
      gone
 towards the other side of the house !