Skippy

A ginger tom

Loves

Outdoors

 

Spends

Hours

Prowling

In the garden

 

At dawn

This Spring morning

Distracted by a noise

Stops to investigate

 

Curiosity aroused

Sniffs the air

Ears honed in

Stares skywards

 

Recognizes sound floating

High above emanates from

A bird box

Home to Blue Tits chicks

 

Weighs up odds of netting the prey

Faced with an insuperable fence

And an impregnable nest

Suppresses natural instincts

Surrenders the quarry

And tamely meows _"Shall we be friends?"