A fat grey house cat
with sharp golden eyes.
Sitting dumb, behind a window pane,
his face reflected in the glass
furiously watching...
A pair of Eastern Rosellas,
noisy, riotous, rude and overflowing
with colour.
Bold and brazen,
bouncing among the branches
off an adjacent Silver Birch tree,
out of the cat's reach.
I laugh at the cat's frustration, and walk on.
"Mister tigger", I say,
Sitting dumb, behind a window pane,
his face reflected in the glass
furiously watching...
A pair of Eastern Rosellas,
noisy, riotous, rude and overflowing
with colour.
Bold and brazen,
bouncing among the branches
off an adjacent Silver Birch tree,
out of the cat's reach.
I laugh at the cat's frustration, and walk on.
"Mister tigger", I say,
"you aint the king of the jungle today"!
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