The Displeasure of Her Company
I once had a cat, who was born in a barn
on a farm down the road, not far away
Hunting for mice, she was a tigress, unleashed
She would put on a frantic display!
The longer we had her, we knew she was trouble
She would go after chickens, she could pounce like the dickens!
She chased our old hound-dog, who only wanted a friend
Became like a know-it all, who wouldn't amend!
She was simply a threat who could be such a brat
and she thought of herself as........... "Super-cat!"
My intentions were genuine, quite deep with affection…
I had just seen a movie, about a man with the gift
He would whisper to horses…and turn them to bliss
Well, of course I can do this! Control feral hisses ?!!
I would whisper so softly,…. and teach soon her to love me
Domesticate nature, if only to catch her!
She was not for the weak, or the meek faint of heart
She would pick and choose,… who would win, who would lose!
A limb, an eye, or a piece of her mind, was a stab from the start!
No treasure was she, nor the privileged displeasure of her company!
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Revised for Contest: Animal Antics
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
9/14/16
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