A mournful meow, so loud
Is coming from the garage
It sounds a little proud
This eery meow
I stop and take a breath
My fingers on the door
I know I will see death
What is it now?
Once she brought a mouse
A mole, and then a bird
She brings them to the house
And then she’ll chow
And when this time she meowed
And brought me to the door
There she stood so proud
And I said, “Wow”
A rabbit, limp and dead
Was lying on our rug
(At least it had its head)
Boots sweetly meowed
a pinch of homestead 