From Our Perch In the Gnarly Gumdrop Tree

Greeting the day's offerings, we cat souls Were watching for scampering voles and moles. Five vigilant cousins and I, perched up high, watching the sun rise in the eastern sky. From our perch in the gnarly gumdrop tree, We surveyed the meadow, calm as we could be. The grays and tans of a gentle morn, Brought forth tasty mice, who were soon forlorn. September day, offers so much lively meat on the ground. We sneaked up stealthily, me and my brigade, profound. We pounced, and the critters were goners for sure. Their meat tasty, and fresh, and decidedly pure. Our daily hunt, is so much fun, in this tree. My cousins, my brother, my dad, and me. We all do this, every single morn. Making the little creatures feel forlorn.