a warm summer day, near an old cedar
At the back of the yard where the
catnip grows dense,
Shiloh finished his mid-morning grooming,
Quite prepared to repose by the
Of the hundreds of pastimes the garden
Watching yellowfish swim was the one
He loved leaving his cares on the warm
And catnapping to lullabies hummed
by the bees.
But no sooner had Shiloh arrived to relax,
When he spied a trespasser, a stray
cat named Max
Who'd been king of garden 'til Shiloh
And whose anger still smoldered o'er
As four feline eyes froze to one baleful
A feathered commotion swooped by in
As sixteen passing blackbirds caught sight
of the fight
And returned in a flurry of
Since blackbirds hate cats for one reason
Like stalking a sister or munching a
They dropped one by one on the old cedar
And screeched out every insult their
beaks could dispense.
In the past, if those tomcats would happen
They would spit for a bit and then
stage a retreat,
But the longer they listened to those
The more the fight swelled to a
matter of pride.
Soon the rivals erupted in bloodcurdling
As they crouched on their bellies
and thrashed angry tails
With their golden eyes blazing and ears
Each one choosing the moment to
launch an attack.
The cats lunged at each other and started
Tumbling head over tail in a tight
And unsheathing their claws for the first
When the ground disappeared with a
For a moment or two Shiloh feared he was
Until three passing yellowfish
circled his head
And he felt his paws sinking in wet
So he pushed towards the surface and
paddled for land.
When the blackbirds saw Shiloh in wet
And the bedraggled Max, who was
The entire flock chirruped in raucous
To see two soggy cats who were too
drenched to fight.
Shiloh never forgot (I don't know about
This important life lesson when evil
When facing a challenge or quelling a
Those who give in to pride often end
up all wet.