WHAT IS A MOUSE


My brother had a cat,
Definitely not a mouser...

A true lie-by-the-fire type of cat,
A stay-in-or-nearby-the-house-er,

One day as the cat was watching
A mouse scurried across the doorway,

The kitty watched but hadn't a clue
That cats, upon mice, are born to prey,

That feline ignoramus ignored the critter,
Unaware that to a cat a mouse is food,

She observed, nonchalantly, as the tiny rodent passed,
Wondered what it was and why it moved,

Then the cat went back to waiting for the humans to serve
Her next bowl of cat food and to napping,

Not a thought of mouse hunting crossed its kitty cat brain,
Just as if the encounter never happened.

by D. Edgar Murray