Sometimes change comes on little cat feet
Tiptoes in and snatches a seat
Lurks in a corner til you notice it’s there
And challenges you to meet its stare
Sometimes change comes in a tidal wave
No warning or chance to escape it gave
Before striking and washing all plans out to sea
Leaving a brand new reality
Sometimes change comes as an ice cold wind
Creeping, filling where warmth had been
Invisibly changing the air that you breathe
No choice but to act or you will freeze
