Rare Prey Of Pointed Precision, In A Way Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Rare Prey,
Of Pointed Precision,
In A Way

Do you remember Luna,
the sweet cat from my neighbourhood?

Well, after my fortnight in Jakarta,
I'm spoiled again by euphoria,
Luna brought me a total of 8 little mice,
shrews, (on several days, each day one tiny mouse)
really pointed snout,

the teeth like in the Disney cartoons,
just exactly like that,
that after they die they seem to laugh us out,
dear Luna had brought me that tiny mouse with a pointed snout,

until today 8 little mice,

I've wondered:
why not taken to her house?
such a cute naughty tiny mouse
but not to my house,

you get so tired of life
with her daily result of nightly strife

I have to go to bed early
that brutality!
8 little mice spread in my backyard
every time I threw that away,
far away from my homy yard,

today Luna walked again with her prey,
idiot!
with a freshly dead mouse
in my house!

Heraus! (means in german: out!)
With that dead tiny mouse.