Puss slipped out of the cat flap
on a chilly winter’s day
She didn’t seem that bothered
and she didn’t want to play
She prowled around the garden
on the lookout for some prey
she chased the local tomcat
who refused to go away
She ducked below the side gate
and sidled ’round the front
I called her back with treats
but she was out there on the hunt
Puss wouldn’t come indoors again
She was having too much fun
I watched her scooting up the tree
Her game had just begun
At least there were no birds yet
as it was early in the year
I saw her climb back down again
without an ounce of fear
I called her once and once again
but she didn’t want to know
She didn’t seem to mind at all
that it had just begun to snow
I thought I’d leave her to it
She’d come back soon enough
but just ten minutes later
she dragged in a ball of fluff
I chased her ‘round the kitchen
and all around the hall
whatever she had caught
was minute, so very small
Eventually, she dropped it
It was a tiny little mouse
A baby, by the look of it
but running around the house
I picked up puss to move her
She tried to scratch and bite
I was ruining her fun
and she was up for a fight
I shut the door so quickly
and with her out of the way
I picked up little mouse
so he could live another day
But he had a wonky leg
I wasn’t sure what to do
My friend called for his death
by flushing him down the loo!
Horrified, I shouted, ‘no!’
He wasn’t going to die
I wanted him to have a chance
The poor, frightened little guy
I called the wildlife centre
They said they would call around
I popped the mouse into a box
and he made a squeaking sound
I knew that he would make it
Just needed some attention
A vet’s care and some love and fuss
and that was my intention
And puss was not impressed
and had not an ounce of shame
She slunk off to her bed
because I’d spoilt her little game.
Photo by Katherine Mihailova: https://www.pexels.com
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