Cat Among The Pigeons! Millhouse watching Peter, Paul and Mary Woodpigeon(behind the birdtable) a little too close for comfort! Wisely, they keep an eye on him.(Click to enlarge)There are never enough hours in the day to do what has to be done
First breakfast to beg, then wash one leg, or roll on my back in the sun.
The birds need eyeing with their fancy flying, and a mouses' rustle to track
So, if I'm not careful or cough up a hairball, no lunch if I don't hurry back.
In the heat of the day I'll wander away to snooze 'neath a privet or bramble
Time slips by fast 'til through the long grass I homewardly pad at an amble.
Things buzz past and flit, a moment'ry sit to watch a spider skilfully weaving
But better get on, for it isn't that long to the much needed meal of the evening.
I guard the front door through to sunset then pad round the back in the dark
For me a great responsibility is this security lark!
They've put some small lights in the garden, charged in the day by the sun
And I've made it my job in the evening to check that they've switched themselves on.
When supper is done it's out for some fun to see what's afoot in the night
Foxes and meeces, rabbits and screeches that give me a fur-raising fright.
But I have to be bold for being quite old, should know every nocturnal beast
And it's blatantly clear there's nothing to fear 'cept missing my breakfast at least!
Herky
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