Poetry #7: Neighborhood, Ballad, Assonance


 

The Cat’s Job
By Paula Bender

While several of our neighbors have dogs,
You must consider this and give pause,
That the pets in the ‘hood
That do the most good,
are the kitties with sharp killer claws.

If there were a problem with rats or mice,
Those dogs wouldn’t even think twice.
But a fine family cat, a self-respecting one at that —
Would consider such occupation a vice.

Kitty Girl, the last of three Bender kitty siblings, aka, Chief of Security.
Kitty Girl, the last of three Bender kitty siblings, aka, Chief of Security.

Our kitty isn’t the only one who thinks it fun,
To bring home the prey with which it wants to play.
I’ve heard my neighbor scream when she looked out her screen,
To see body parts in glorious disarray.

For it is sport to a cat to bring home big game.
To show up with a critter nearly dead and surely lame.
Once kitty’s announced a victim she’s pounced,
She tosses it up in the air with a jump
And watches it sail like a doomed lump.

We know what to do. We thank with profuse,
As she finally takes her first munch.
We leave kitty to enjoy her well-earned prize,
Knowing full well
That she’s saving us
The spleen
For our lunch.