A feline creature of grace and poise, A cat who loves to play and make noise, But on this day, something was amiss, As it walked sideways, like a crustacean's bliss.

Its steps were awkward, yet strangely cute, As it moved with a sideways hoot, Paws crossed over, like scissors at play, A crab-like gait on this strange day.

Its fur was sleek, a midnight hue, And as it crab-walked, it drew My gaze to its nimble frame, As if in some strange, feline game.

The cat's eyes shone with a mischievous light, As it crab-walked into the night, Its tail held high, as if in pride, As it walked sideways, with a feline stride.

In that moment, I saw something rare, A cat that dared to be strange and rare, A creature that could be playful and wild, And who could crab-walk, like a child.

So let us celebrate this feline delight, A cat that crab-walks, with all its might, For in this world, we need some play, And a cat crab-walking makes our day.