Before There Were Cats - Poem by gershon hepner
BEFORE THERE WERE CATS
Before there were cats all the birds had it great,
and were able to sing all the day without fear,
but since God said, "Let there be cats, " they can't wait
for the status quo ante, though it isn't near.
There'll be no messiah to rid them of mammals
which persecute them while they sing in the trees.
They'll be threading through needles' eyes gigantic camels
before all cats die just in order to please
the birds who can't stand them. They'll have to accept
the fact that the world is a hard place to share
with cats who at bird-murder are so adept:
the sad fact is clearly that God doesn't care,
or listen to birdsong while birds cry for aid,
for He's far to busy with humans who spill
the blood of their fellows who are not afraid
of acting like cats-they're all doing God's will.
Inspired by watching Figaro upset the mocking birds outside our house, who have no peace while he observes them, looking at them through the window or the front door.
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