The Bruised Bird
A cat in a cage would seem absurd
especially to an unassuming bird
for years they would stare at each other
Stella, the cat, thinking of ways to plunder
"these bars are too tight, how to get in?"
Stella, the cat, won't atone for her sin
of the other 3 birds she ate in 2 flat
as you can tell, with her belly that fat
How delicious
How scrumptious
these birds they do taste
Not a piece of meat she is planning to waste
What's this the gate is ajar?
That's when the bird she did mare
With her head and her claws fully inside
Stella, the cat, ate that bird like rawhide.
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