I was getting ready for a move
and packing up my flat
When I was interrupted by guest brought in
by my kitty cat
I was in my bed room when I heard a little tweet
To my surprise in my kitchen fluttered
a yellow parakeet
My intrepid kitty, Pixie,
had carried it in her jaws
up the balcony, across the porch
and held it gently in her claws
She hadn’t harmed a feather
but was getting ready for a feast
I said “Pixie, drop it, you clever little beast”
She did, and I retrieved the bird
It was elegant and lofty
I held it closely to my chest
and whispered to it softly
“What on earth am I to do with you?
You can see I have two cats”
It looked me in the eye and shrugged,
flew off, and that was that
Down it flew to the yard below, landed, took a breath Another kitty came along
and the poor bird met its death