Smokey and the Blue Jays

As a child I had a cat, A big black cat named Smokey. Since I couldn't say his name, I simply called him Pokey. He was my cat, I loved him so, A lovely big black Persian. My daddy bought him just for me. He thought he was a person. He was a cuddle kitty, true, Whate'er I did he tried; But though he was so sweet and cute, He had a darker side. He liked to sit and watch the birds, As they frolicked in the yard. A nest was in the lemon tree, And mom and dad stood guard. Then one day the cat got out, And climbed into that tree. He was after baby birds, Hidden 'mongst the leaves. Suddenly the sky grew dark, As Blue Jays flew in rescue. Calling more and more to come. |And hundreds more accrued. Smokey was knocked from the tree, Fur flew in all directions. As Blue Jays flew at him enforce, He ran home for protection. My mother opened wide the door, As Smokey ran inside, Bleeding from his many wounds. A vet trip would betide. He never climbed that tree again. Just watched beside the window. As birdies frolicked in the yard, He nursed his shattered ego. So tiny and so delicate, As here and there they flew; But formidable and deadly, The kitty mused, "Who knew!"