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.