Death of Mighty Cat

Full of mice was the house, As was my head, full of lice as well. On those mice, daily the mighty cat fed; Like pets, behaved the mice. A mouse here, the massive cat has seen. On it to heavily once bounce for dinner. Into their nests, refuge they took; Silent like a graveyard, the home became. The environs grew shier and more moribund; More foes the mighty slayer cat had created. Upon hearing of his disappearance, only to rejoice, Out for a vesperal dance, all stupid rats flocked. Shockingly to only notice late cat’s cousin among them; Invited by some injudicious daughters of rodents, The lives of an ethnicity to foolishly endanger; Not knowing that at night, all cats are black. Poem by Mugisho N Theophile