Cheshire Grinning

A man brought

a Mockingbird

home from the park

It perched on

his mantle

from morning till dark

It chirped

the same song

again and again

To wake the

house up

at seven a.m.

A cat was

brought home

one day as a pet

To keep down

the mice

it hunted as pests

The Mockingbird sang

as the cat

plied its trade

Till one fateful

morning

knocking over its cage

And out flew

the songbird

away from its pen

To never

be seen

— or heard from again

 

(Rhymes From The Nursery: May, 2026)

 

Leave a comment