"The Cat's Dessert"  

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Copyright©1999, Michael S. Robinson

I'm Jake the Cat. I love dessert.

My lousy cat food tastes like dirt.

And so I go down to the park,

where robins chirp and doggies bark.

The latter are no use at all,

but robins are my driving call.

(Mankind considers me a sinner

for eating robins after dinner.)

But, here I am--Van Cortlandt Park—

variety like Noah's Ark...

the robins soaking up the rays

of endless sun on summer days…

Their rosy chests are getting near;

They've seen me not, and have no fear.

I count those basking birds and see

that thirty-one are there for me.

But, being just a little cat,

I'll eat just one that's young and fat.

It's hard to choose--so many flavors!

I spot the one my fancy savors.

The very speed of light I go;

That lounging robin's much too slow.

Spit out the feathers; Leave the pulp;

And then he's gone in one, big gulp!

I'm smiling now; The robins ain't.

Their fallen friend's become a saint.

But, still they lie there, in the sun,

until the endless daylight's done.

My master’s callin’--time to jet!

Dessert was great. I've no regret.

The treat that gets my heart a-throbbin"s

The flavors of those baskin' robins!

Tomorrow I'll return for more.

My master's chiding I'll ignore,

reducing the selection fine

from thirty down to twenty-nine!

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