FALCON IN THE GARDEN

 

In the late summer sky

The falcon in majestic flight

Spied it’s unfortunate prey

Then swooped down from great height

 

With lightning speed

It took a pigeon on the wing

Then with much less grace and style

It performed a clumsy landing

 

In a quiet village garden

On the sunny patch of grass

The falcon went about its work

And performed the coup de gras

 

From the house a curious cat

Peered out with envious eyes

Through a window as the falcon

Devoured its pigeon prize

 

The cat crept through the cat flap

In its most stealthy way

The falcon though was off

But left behind its pigeon prey

 

The cat inspected the pigeon

Sniffed it and poked it with her paw

Found it a disappointment

And she strolled away once more

 

As she strolled back to the house

The falcon swooped to the ground

Snatched up his pigeon prize

Before the cat could turn around

 

The falcon had taken the bird

Leaving nothing in its place

Leaving only feathers on the lawn

And a scowl on the cats face