A close call it was At the homestead last night; I was feedin’ the birds And one took to flight. Out of the door From where he is caged, He fell to the floor His flight poorly gauged. My cats are attentive They don’t miss a thing; From the mantle and counters At Pancho did spring. The Siamese howled To the alley cat, “Word!” My manner was frantic, As I dove for the bird. While the bird in the cage Remained on his swing And mockingly chattered And waved with a wing. The first cat arrived As the wings fully fanned; Then I snatched up the bird And the bird bit my hand. His beak tore a hole Through the skin of my hand; But I couldn’t let go Or it’d be his last stand. Hoisted above The cats now below I opened the cage And let the bird go. Nearly dismembered By felines that growl, Now Pancho’s with Lefty, And the cats left to prowl.Leave a Comment
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