Head Cat

Caren Krutsinger brought back memories to me, Re her poem, Do not give Missy Mob Salami. I do not know a man who wears a Russian hat. I do know a man that wears a cat\ On his head, The cat is dead He lay on Mr John Wamsley's head, Facing front, With dangling legs, Over Mr Wamsley's ears. It looked natty, it appears. This man, at his peril, Hated animals that were feral, He protested loud and clear, He did not want these creatures near. The wildlife park was Mr Wamsley's own. Those darn cats would not leve him alone. Until he got out a gun, And shot those cats, one by one. Some people thought this unfair. They did not seem to care, That the cats were causing strife, For the survivng suffering, wildlife To cut this saga short, There is not much more to report. After things got heated, With things mulled over and repeated. Licensed people can proceed, Only when there is a need, To shoot the cats that are a pest And let Mother Nature do the rest. You can find a photo of John Wamsley wearing a cat on his head, on the internet. A big thank you to Caren for giving me the idea for the poem.