Not one to blaze a trail
nor to set the world on fire;
not one to rock the boat
laissez faire more her style.
Not troubled by sad regrets
nor by wishes unfulfilled,
she aspired to live a peaceful life
with contentment well instilled.
I spy with my sad little eye
blue skies of hopeful dreams;
no clouds of grey to mar my day
just sunshiny bright sunbeams.
Should I dare to blink ,or try to think,
will this dream of mine soon fade;
I hang on tight to this marvelous sight
lest ills and spills are made.
With tormented mind, that's so unkind,
I stare with unblinkered gaze;
as thoughts abound and twirl around
I hang on for better days...
'Twasn't fair you know,
she never stood a chance,
a stalking cruel embrace
ensured a deathly dance.
Feathers flew around
red blood fell on the floor,
these heinous feline fellows
made sure she knew the score.
But, waiting in the wings
a flock of her own kind,
revenge was swift and sure
sharp beaks were put to mind.
Soon the music ceased,
the supper waltz completed,
what had seemed such terrible odds
left the feline thugs defeated.
