Yesterday morning as I swung on my swing

Occasionally giving my bell a good ring

I spotted a fat cat with huge saucer eyes

Smacking his lips as he swaggered close by....

I thought as I watched my foe clamber, untiring

That being a budgie can be rather trying -

Especially when stray cats pounce on a chair

With needle sharp claws and paw MY fresh air!!

While I toyed with the notion of making my plea

Amid oceans of tears, on bended bird knees,

My budgie brain logic is put to the test -

And calls re-enforcements , to disperse the pest!!

As I squawked his name, Old Rover came running

But cats, as you know, can be crafty and cunning

This one bounced off the chair, disguised as a ball

Bowled over poor Rover, then flew down the hall ....

So today as I sit here, on my little swing

Savouring the sound of my bell as it tings

Old Rover stays by me, guarding the hall -

And practices catching a big furry ball! By Betty Lightfoot

Wentworth Road

Swinton

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