Tasty Cat Kibble
Cardinals swoop in
Snatching tiny crunchy stars
Up in their beaks
Those little brownish red stars
Must be tasty I think
But I am not going to try them
Robin appears next
Gives me a careful scolding
Snatches one up and gives me her tail.
The cat and I look at each other.
It’s your foot I tell her
Goading her.
Shark makes his way
Toward a fat blue jay
Who has just flown in for a bit of kibble.
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