Hither and Yon

There was an old man
Who adopted two cats
And named them
Hither and Yon.

He ushered his cats
Outdoors to play
And they scampered
This and that way.

He looked to call
Them back to him
As they gamboled,
Hither and Yon.

But which was which
And who was who?
He could not
Tell them apart.

Names didn’t matter
As the cats did scatter
In fields of golden rye
Beneath a cerulean sky.

His fretting meant scant
And yet came a rant,
Which one are you,
He screamed?

So off they went,
Hither and Yon,
To hide beneath the cerulean sky
Within their field of dreams.

When at last
His temper waned
The old man
Lumbered home.

He reached the porch
As the sun was setting
And there for a petting
Perched Hither and Yon.