a murder of crows harasses a hawk,
out to steal the meal that wriggles in its talons.
the hawk giving its all to fighting crow will lose its squirming prey.
no crow is match for a hawk,
but no hawk is match for the murder,
and so all birds go hungry.
circling raptors weave
stop! all are warned.
rat slinks away
as cat creeps near,
despite edge in size.
crowd coos, “Cute copy-cat,”
idly stuffing faces.
Hollywood mountain lions?
cats seeking parts?
I think you know my silly cat
It perches on heads like a hat
It catches critters and sets them free
cause it finds canned food more tasty,
but it loves the sport of the hunt
and can perform acrobatic stunts
between bouts of blissful slumber