A Morning Tale

A Morning Tale

I woke up this morning
And looked out my window;
Yes, looked out the window,
And what did I see?

But a lovely small bird,
A sweet tasty morsel;
A morsel just calling
Calling to me.

“Oh, come out and play
You sweet little cat,
Oh sweet little cat
Come play with me.

I could not say no
Nor did I want to;
I did not want to
Say no to this gift.

So I jumped to the door
As soon as it opened;
As soon as it opened
I ran straight outside

I jumped and I ran
To eat that small bird;
I ate that small bird
He tasted just right.

Written by Mimeenah Roshan Felinadaes
Makreela and Head Historian
Catuary By The Sea
In Loving Memory of
Miss Snow-On-Paws Ling Milliken