Walking though my back porch door
I think you fell, your wing went splat
OMG here comes my cat!
You don't fly and you don't balk,
You just turn your tail and walk.
I watch all this and think it's whack,
Gabby's sniffing but won't attack.
She'll lift her paw and give a poke,
I strongly suspect your wing is broke.
I pick you up with a bowl and plate
While I ponder your uncertain fate.
I look you over and stroke your head
You let me hold you, you don’t play dead
You don’t peck, struggle or bite
You show no fear, your eyes are bright
The cat follows me to the door outside
One last sniff, cat’s eyes are wide
Open as she chatters excitedly
While I step out front to set Birdie free
Can you survive outside even if you won't fly?
We won't know unless we try.
I put you down on the grass
And wait to see what comes to pass.
Birdie Birdie starts to walk.
I'm worried that my cat might stalk.
But Gabby cat stays at the door
I watch the little bird some more.
It seems to be walking well,
So the best that I can tell
He has a chance to continue on.
I turn my back from the lawn.
Gabby's still at the door watching the bird,
I go into the house without saying a word.
She meows at me as I close the door.
Sorry cat, you can't play with Birdie no more.
(c) Michelle Mundling
June 2012
Note: This really did happen last Tuesday afternoon.
