The cat went searching for a mouse
to bring to house.
He climbed a gate
and stayed out late,
still looking for a mouse or rat.
kept on his search
and found a perch
where birds were roosting for the night
but they took flight
before his eyes
to his surprise!
I am not a Halloween cat.
My master knows where I am at.
Although today is Halloween.
I prefer not to be seen.
And so guess what?
this big flower pot
and I could not.
Barn swallows rested on a wire up high.
One carried straw to build a nest this spring.
The other watched, aware of harm nearby.
To warn its mate, the bird commenced to sing.
The little black cat leaped from hayloft door.
The swallows flapped and flew like Peter Pan.
The cat spit-cleaned his paws, to help ignore
the fact that cagey birds outfoxed his plan.
I often wish that I could write–
when I pick up the pen–
a story of the wren
that built her nest by moon-pale light
inside a green grapevine
to fool that old feline.
Persistence paid. Young birds took flight.