I love birds,
From the wild.
Dip them in sauce,
Hot or mild.

I chase them all day,
I chase them all night.
It ticks me off,
When they take flight.

Robins and sparrows,
Are the right size for me.
I’ve also been known,
To chase a crow up a tree.

I kill them for gifts,
I kill them for food.
A dead bird on a pillow,
Sure kills a mood.

Forget the lotions,
Don’t take a pill.
Stiff bird, you need?
I’ll fill the bill.

“The poor little bird!”,
The Apes would scream.
After seeing the body,
which I’ve picked clean.

“You bad Cat!”,
They would always scold.
But what can I say?
Cat food gets old.