Pet for Life
A cat will hunt the rats that take the geese eggs
She said
So of course we got the bloody thing
Two days later I lowered my recliner
Heard a crunch and a mew
Turns out I squashed most of its head
Now the bastard thing can only walk straight
If it’s leaning against a wall.
Look out spastic rats.
Labels: Poetry
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