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To Land a Mockingbird
To land a mockingbird,
sent out an innocent cat;
one that wouldn’t eat a bird
if it was starving.
A mockingbird’s greatest fear,
hatchlings being eaten
by a feline foe.
I had a tabby who never bothered a bird;
he only dined from cans.
One day a mockingbird nest
fell from a tree,
it’s eggs broken and soaking
into the sun-warmed ground.
Like feline, greased-lightening,
my baby was being dive-bombed
by mocking birds from both sides;
his tail pecked to the bare bone,
I cleaned and bandaged it.
For weeks I had to carry him to and
from his box so he could
answer nature’s call.
A cat with a bandaged butt,
has no pride left.
Yes, if you want to land a mockingbird,
send out an innocent cat;
they’re waiting...
Copyright ©
M. L. Kiser
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