Cat & Bird

Little bird on a wall Hungry yellow feathery ball Hopping around with folded wings Pecking in the cracks for the tasty greasy grainy things Cat crept up - tail swish-swash like a whiplash Eyes like a vacuum cleaner, hungry fort hat speck of moving yellow dust Body tense like a new bedspring Ready to make the deadly dash to the tasty moving yellow thing Why me, sang the bird Stop chasing me, spare me, stop making me flee! Feed on what they give you, already dead and without soul Then if you´re satisfied and safe you can sit next to me and leave me whole If you don´t want to be hunted don´t act like prey, said the cat If you don´t like the game just don´t come out to play, said the cat If you like to challenge the way things are, well let me take the test If you wanna play with fire Fine come here, be my guest I don´t mind your staying Just don´t complain about the pain