The tabby hunter
was most displeased
yesterday afternoon.
Someone locked the cat flap
and went out for quite a while.
When Mummy came home with
groceries and little girls from school,
Tabby meowed at her loud and long
as Mummy stood and stared.
“She’s telling me off !” she said,
then she put away the groceries
while ignoring Tabby’s harangue.
Young Chloe checked the back
door, unlocked the offending flap.
“You shouldn’t bring your birds
inside !” she told the outraged tiger.
Now therein lies the problem
which Tabby does not see.
She brings her birds inside
takes them round each room
as they scatter poo and feathers
until they die of shock.
Then she buries them in the living
room for little girls to find.
Five year old sensibilities
are distressed by lifeless birds.
Mummy doesn’t like cleaning up
bird feathers and poo.
While Tabby keeps on hunting
she will always be locked out
when the family are not at home
to reject her hunting trophies.
She’ll be far away from the sunny couch,
from beds covered with teddy bears,
and the luxurious faux fur throw
on Mummy and Daddy’s bed.
Previously posted May 2016
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