Rebel N Patch

Rebel & Patch The Buck sparrow lurched and dived with ever constant wheeling, and squealing loud he fluttered neath the eaves. He knew the cat was waiting yes waiting in the ceiling, and he squeaked and shrilled c'os he was very peeved. You see I'd let the cats in when fumigation didn't work, climbed a ladder took a board off from on one side, taught two kittens how to climb up through the opening they'd walk. To evict the tenants fluttering round inside. For generations many of the sparrows gone and past, the house had held their family in its keep. But birdlice very itchy had brought the cats at last, so the owner he'd stop scratching in his sleep. For Rebel she slunk among the beams then suddenly she'd pounce, or Patches in the ceiling came to play. These kittens loved their sparrow yes every bloody ounce, just one for breakfast really made their day. The only way to shift the lice it was to move the bird, for they'd hover and they'd wriggle neath the iron. Though every hole was blocked into the house still undeterred. These lousy birds I've put into this ryme. by D H Johnson