Work

It was early morning when she let out a stretch Getting ready to start her day Grabbing a snack, she combed her hair back And she darted out on her way A few moments later she made it to work She sat in her usual place She wasn’t at all popular, a loner for sure But everyone know her face You could tell by her grin that she loved her job Though the work was rather rote As the others walked by, she let out a soft cry She was hesitant to make her approach As the hours grew on she watched them High above in groups large and small And as they moved above at great height She secretly wished one would fall On occasion she’d get lucky One would let down his guard for once As he came down to survey his meal She’d raise up and in an instant she’d pounce My kitty by then she’d be grinning With a mouthful of lunch you see After an all day set, kitty would get fat On a bird who left the safety of a tree.