'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.
Melissa, @ dverse poets, has asked us to write a poem based on one of Louis Wains drawings of cats. I have chosen his drawing titled 'What Shall we do with the Feathers?' Melissa also asked that we not use the word 'cat[s]' in our poems.
Here's the link: If You Don't Like Cats, I'm Sorry
This is so funny, Carol. Loved reading it!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Helen! It was fun to write! :D
ReplyDeleteA great take on the picture! Birds do chase the cats at times!
ReplyDeleteYes they do indeed, especially magpies! Thanks for your comment, Dwight!
DeletePlot twist! I enjoyed this very much, Carol. Thank you for writing to the prompt.🐈
ReplyDeleteThanks, Melissa! Thanks for the great prompt too!
DeleteYup... crows and magpies are fierce enemies... cats beware.
ReplyDeleteI agree, Bjorn!
DeleteSmiling I am! Clever tale to the image indeed.
ReplyDeleteGlad it made you smile, Lillian! Thanks for your kind comment. :D
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