Cat Love

My little cat it caught its mouse that day
From where it hid from deep behind the door,
And, yes, with it my cat did sit and play
Until the mouse lay dead upon the floor.
I’d heard some cracks from where I’d sat and read,
And squeaky whimpers too had called in fear;
But cracks and whimpers couldn’t raise my head
From my good book until the end was clear.
“So now you’re done,” I said, “how it did flail
Upon the floor, and squeak, while crack-crack-crack,
You ate it all and left for me its tail
Which I accept; I’ll place it in this sack
That overflows with trophies of your love
Just right above the wings of that dead dove.”