Written by Susan Lane SLCM Keeper of ColourMine
The Cat Playtime – Another Busy Day
Cat enjoying another day of mastery, fulfilling their royal standing in the ColourMine garden, trying to outwit the neighbourhood defenders.
Dawn Cat Encounter
Hell, how can I have another busy day
I’m up at dawn, I have no say
But I get to hear the chorus
Of the bird throng
And the cat’s well,
They like to fawn
Because they want their breakfast
At flippin’ four
It’s not even as though
They don’t have food
They have biscuits, water
And a clean loo
They’ve got a nice warm bed
Donated by me
I don’t suppose they realise
They’re really lucky
They’re obviously trying
To run the roost
They run underneath me
And almost give me a boost
I almost land up on my foof
I realise they don’t care
And they just want to go out there
To chase the rats and mice you see
I know it’s not nice
But that’s life in the country
I wasn’t sure what they’d do
If the chickens came in our garden
To peck about for food
But one day the rooster came through
And whilst the cats are not fussy
When they’re in a playful mood
The Day of the Cockerel
They avoided this bad boy
With his bright red hood
The cats hunkered down,
Thinking to stalk their prey
Wanting to dab and dab again
They usually play a game
Of hide and seek
They’ve got a plan
Because they’ve got lots
Of patience you see
But this Cockerel is far too big
He’s really noisy and
Stamps his feet
Like he’s playing a game
He’s a big white Foghorn Leghorn
Type bird you see
With great big talons
On his feet
The cats they backed away
Even my big orange boy
Didn’t want to play
How did this huge monstrosity
Get into my garden
Pecking around the compost bins
On the Home Run
Whilst the rats, mice and pidgeons
All run free,
They avoid the full-grown chickens
That are left you see,
They draw the line at anything
Too big and round
That stares down their grin,
But a chick
Well, that would be
Totally fair game
Especially with no back up hehe
But they’re fast and
Back through they go
Through to the haven
That’s their home
Through the rebar
Which is too small you see
To let the cats through
For a free meal or game
No siree
Thank goodness it’s time for tea
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