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"The
Cat's Dessert"
Copyright©1999, Michael S. Robinson I'm Jake the Cat. I love dessert. My lousy cat food tastes like dirt. And so I go down to the park, where robins chirp and doggies bark. The latter are no use at all, but robins are my driving call. (Mankind considers me a sinner for eating robins after dinner.) But, here I am--Van Cortlandt Park— variety like Noah's Ark... the robins soaking up the rays of endless sun on summer days… Their rosy chests are getting near; They've seen me not, and have no fear. I count those basking birds and see that thirty-one are there for me. But, being just a little cat, I'll eat just one that's young and fat. It's hard to choose--so many flavors! I spot the one my fancy savors. The very speed of light I go; That lounging robin's much too slow. Spit out the feathers; Leave the pulp; And then he's gone in one, big gulp! I'm smiling now; The robins ain't. Their fallen friend's become a saint. But, still they lie there, in the sun, until the endless daylight's done. My master’s callin’--time to jet! Dessert was great. I've no regret. The treat that gets my heart a-throbbin"s The flavors of those baskin' robins! Tomorrow I'll return for more. My master's chiding I'll ignore, reducing the selection fine from thirty down to twenty-nine! |
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