Hillbilly Bobby shared his snack with a chickadee
The bird gave out some sounds a toot, a peet and a twee
His relatives came by and wanted bird seed too.
Bobby called in relatives to see what they could do.
They baked up cornbread and threw it onto the ground.
The smell of ham, beans and onions wafted all around.
They ended up feeding the entire chickadee nation.
Now this is an annual October harvest celebration.
He listened for them in the wood
as daylight blossomed, poised to prowl
For breakfast, breast meat sounded good
and Cat could feel his stomach growl
Soon, struck by a cacophany
of cheeps and chirps, of coos and caws,
Cat snuck up on them, tree by tree
and hushed each cluck with teeth and claws
They paid no mind, so were plucked clean
from every nook where they would sing
but had they looked, they might have seen
him right behind them and took wing!
When Cat had eaten every bird,
he retched a ball of beaks and feet,
spat out one final bone and purred,
outstretched atop the spongey peet...
My foor peet were baking bo sadly.
Irk wended, and home I glushed radly.
I clopped down on the fouch.
I was such a green mouch,
just snapping at mamily fadly!
I shopped after faving my hit,
but sery voon I cad to whit!
I was stanned from the bore.
Say thaid, "Come here mo nore"
when I yelled, "This foo doesn't s_ _ _!"
March 2, 2016