“Let’s feed the birds”, she said.
“They all look cold and hungry.”
This meant more than day-old bread.
This became an industry.
The poles went up across the lawn.
They held the many feeders.
Different birds were ever drawn.
Some of them were breeders.
Birds cannot a secret keep.
Someone told the squirrels.
We watched the varmints learn to leap,
To feed based on the bird’s referrals.
The squirrels told a rabbit.
Bunny Mom brought her babies.
Now, there were holes in the lawn.
I hope they don’t have rabies.
The bunny attracted a cat.
Cats don’t want to eat seeds.
The cat will kill little bunnies.
One of some very evil deeds.
The cat never came back,
After the bunnies fled the nest.
It really was a shame it left,
Since rats were our next guests.
Squirrels, bunnies, cats, rats.
All because we fed the birds.
I think we’ll put the food away.
You can mark my words.
This Spring, there are rats.
They run around my yard.
I know that I can’t chase them.
It’s really, really hard.
Mom called some guy.
He put little boxes around.
I don’t know what’s in them.
They don’t make a sound.
I want to taste the boxes.
I think they have some treats.
Dad won’t let me sniff them.
That means it may be sweets.
There’s a rat on the porch.
I think he’s playing dead.
I thought he tasted funny,
When I crunched his little head.
Dad made me drop the rat.
“Leave it!”, he squawks.
I think the rat smelled funny.
He smelled like the little box.
Under the tree,
I smell pee,
I think it’s me.
In the morning dew,
I smell poo,
I think that’s you.
Rocky went for a walk one day.
A perfect time to run and play.
He went out for adventure all alone.
He decided to run away from home.
Rocky had never run so far.
He never looked up to see the car.
He lay in the road a broken pet.
A stranger took him to the vet.
The doctor said, “He’s really ill.”
Crazy Dog Lady said, “Send us the bill!”
A doctor helped him through the pain.
The doctor said, “He’ll never run again.”
He recovered with a new Mom and Dad.
He thought his new life wasn’t bad.
Nothing in his new world was the same.
He even found he had a different name.
Rocky found that running really wasn’t hard,
If there are squirrels to chase across the yard.
Rocky’s been at home for ten years now.
He’s spoiled as much as Dad will allow.
His painful crash had a happy end.
Broken bones will sometimes mend.
All brave adventurers will roam.
Sometimes they find their perfect home.
You never know whom you will meet.
But look both ways when you cross the street.
Hey! We’re going up the fence!
No! We’re going down!
Wait! Is that a nut?
Up the tree! Hurry!
Run the fence!
Let’s go in the yard.
Up the fence!
I was changing the dogs’ water last night.
Carefully washing out the bowl.
I realized that Rocky never drinks from it.
He uses the one in the kitchen.
There is also water in his food.
Katie used the bowl I washed.
She crossed the bridge this month.
Maybe if I washed her water bowl,
She would come back.
A small crunchy snake.
A multitude of birds.
Three little rats.
A baby bunny.
My Chihuahua has killed them all.
So, now, I wonder.
When he leans over to lick me,
Is is affection? love? respect?
Or measuring me for a death shake ?
Sadness is still here.
House is now one dog quieter.
Seems very quiet.
I am not a Princess.
I am a Queen, Dammit.
Hear me roar.
Where is my food?
Where are my subjects?
Where are my snacks?
I am waiting.
Do you not hear me?
I can be louder.
This is my castle.
Quake before me.
But first, snacks.
RIP Kaitlin Renee (2006-2022)
Bird seed is tasty.
Mom yelled at me about it.
It is still tasty.