My Cat Goes Hunting
My cat goes hunting every day,
In the forest beyond,
When she returns,
She jumps through the window,
And I always look,
Because sometimes she brings
A gift in her tiny mouth,
A little shrew with a pointed nose,
Lay lifeless in the hall,
A blackbird staring with dead eyes,
Near the garden door,
A wriggly worm,
Alive and wriggling,
Hanging from her mouth,
I gave a scream, I started to shout,
And shoved the cat back out,
It seems so cruel,
But its nature's way,
For a cat to go hunting everyday.
Lynda Robson
Location in my garden
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