Bittersweet
She would,intimidated at the hubbub of the spoon
Tapping the dishes at meal times,
Strive to elbow her way through the kitchen egress
Otherwise mount the window and the netting abrade
Exasperated my wife would with her broom
Endeavour to chase away but not to avail
While her cohorts would just the scene descry
Fathoming they would actually avail from her mutiny
For soon she would recommence her conquest
Seek instead to bargain a consensus
Impel my spouse who would capitulate
To dish them something out to domesticate their appetency
Later on my way home after dawn
I chanced upon her lying almost inert
For our neighbour who was less compromising and bigoted
As she has so many times partaken of his poultry
Cautioned us of his imminent reprisals
Got hold of his shotgun and terminated the poor thing
I essayed my best to succor her bleeding wound
But reaped only a feeble meow and almost a beam
She indubitably set her heart on begging pardon
For the pestering at any meal congregation
For the unsolicited guests she summoned
When on the pull and the vigorous confrontation
They would ensue in our garden and near our aching pillows
Then departed letting my pet-worshipping,grief-stricken family
Organize her funeral and allot her a decent burial in the garden
Where she buried her poops and messed the vegetations
Above all the flowers I per diem dampen.
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