The Cat II

Mice waltz down my throat
and birdhouse birds fly headfirst down-
More would but for this tell-tale bell
with which I'm collar-bound:
Forewarned, they scattersqueal
scurry downstairs to their comfy lairs.

Remember, I'm a cat.
Nothing to do about that.
Exhausting my nine ends
I'll straightaway ascend 'way up to kitty heaven
(a biggish sort of alley)
chockabloc filled with my old friends.

Cream me, kipper me, even
tax me with inoculations
You doing that
I may occasionally, occasionally,
(if the mood befalls me)
catch a rat.

poem by Morgan Michaels
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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