Rat Race Fat Cat's Double-Bind, Puss Finds Blind Mus Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Who's bagged whom with maw, claws bare?
It is pussy purring there.
She seems up to naughty tricks
as her furry face she licks,
enjoying toying, preening hair,
like King Lion in his lair.

Kitten's education fair
is taken care of everywhere,
puss examples useful picks,
playing games may offer kicks,
while little one will often stare
at movements, won't be taken unaware.

What is that? Why would it dare?
Just one left where once a pair
of meeny, miny, mousey micks
went mincing merrily by the bricks,
near larder with rare room to spare
where we’re in need of prompt repair.

Wary whiskers sense fresh fare,
measly mice, you must beware!
Purposefully pussy pricks
up her ears, no handle clicks.
Restless rodents lacking care,
there’s no exit anywhere!

House mouse caught squeaks final prayer
to meet Mus Maker must prepare,
unjustly mussed up as clock ticks
tallow candles wane, waste wicks.
Sensing uttermost despair
mouse rues rash rush, eaten rare.

Tail tale terminating here
spelled well, tells fell fate falls near.