Ode To a Misguided Mouser

There was a young feline named Jackson, Who wanted a piece of the action. While hunting for rats, Jack Got into a spat, with a strange little Creature known to us as a bat. This then is the fact of the matter. The bat proved as 'mad as a hatter'. And it paid with it's life, Causing Jackson much strife: Bad luck for the poor little ratter. They arrested the cat in a hurry And woe to this poor furry purry. Without even a trial, he was put on 'The Mile' Where his life became drab and quite dreary. Jack's been sitting there day after day, Quite bored and just pining away. While dreaming of mousies and birds on the wing, Of hair balls and catnip and such kitty things. "How long, oh how long must I pay? Please won't someone just whisk me away? Back to my home where a kitty can roam And stay out-of-doors all live, long day." The end of this tale I hope tell, Will find Jack finally leaving his cell, To be welcomed back home, once again Free to roam, older and wiser and well. "No more bats for this cat", Jackson moans. And it seems that he's learned on his own: It's far better than not, to keep up with ones shots, Than call three feet of jail space your home! © 2015 Diane Lefebvre