Death is all around us, with great big pointy teeth.
It is a pussy cat, with a face which is very sweet.
Who purrs and rubs around your legs, and sits upon your knee,
And kisses you all over, and loves you tenderly.

Though when she’s in the garden it’s another side to see,
She’ll take baby birds from their nests, and and bring them home to me.
And live mice I’ve rescued and put them under a tree,
There was even a pigeon very large one I did see,
Which she brought in through the cat flap as a present for me.

The other day I heard a plaintive cry of a bird,
And went to investigate the sound I had heard,
And all there was left to see, was just one feather,
Everything else had been eaten by Chloe for her tea.

I saw her lick her lips, she
Looked at me with eyes of sweet innocence,
She seemed to say to me,
I haven’t been naughty I’m a good girl
Why are you so cross with me?