And honest men contented lie asleep
But through the darkened shadows of the night
There slips a shadow darker
The shadow of a thief.
On catlike deathlike feet she whispers by
The stilled and silent workings of the day
Past softly gleaming tractor's muddy treads
Through cracks in doors of sheds
And over scattered shreds of hay.
She sniffs the air to check that all is safe
The birds within sense danger coming near
They scream their fear and hate
And struggle to escape their fate.
So confident assured and arrogant
This feline flattens ears and leaps
And scales the wall that hides her tender prey
Chickens to your bird god pray - You've lost the day
Death reaps.
With bloody bundle tight between her teeth
She turns around prepared for fast retreat
But there the farmer stands, his gun is raised
Robber to your cat god pray - You've lost the day
Death reaps.
Copyright.David Bramley. 1980
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