Bad Kitty - Birdie's
He listened for them, in the wood
as daylight blossomed, poised to prowl
For breakfast, breast meat sounded good
and Cat could feel his stomach growl
Soon, struck by a cacophany
of cheeps and chirps, of coos and caws,
Cat snuck up on them, tree by tree
and hushed each cluck with teeth and claws
They, unobservant, were plucked clean
from every nook where they would sing
Think; had they looked, they might have seen
him slink toward them - and took wing!
When Cat had eaten every bird,
he retched a ball of beaks and feet,
then stretched out on their bones and purred,
at peace atop the spongey peet...
Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2022
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