Tiny Paws, Big Cause. Poem by Matt Delight

Swing swing goes my tiny paws
Cling cling goes my mighty claws
Fling fling goes them tail feathers
Swing swing goes my tiny paws
Cling cling goes my mighty claws

I'm kitty in the grass,
sneaking up on some flappin birds
I'm kitty skying to the moon,
gonna catch my prey soon
I'm kitty with an appetite.
Fine cheeks and some tail feathers.

Swing swing goes my tiny paws
Cling cling goes my mighty claws
Fling fling goes them tail feathers
Swing swing goes my tiny paws
Cling cling goes my mighty claws

Hisssssss...

I've been kicked to the curb,
stuck in a pit with vile vermin.

I refuse to fall to the likes of you
all of you, nibbling at my paws.

Taking my mercy for weakness,
Taking my silence for obedience.

Well, while you were wasting time,
I spent mine discovering something new.

Little brains only see what big man says.
Run along and go help them then.

Tiny, impotent, groveling mice...
I'm here for the slaughter.

You're all fodder from above
my claws dulled only by your dullness.

Open wide and flee fright...
Tonight I dine on your vile, orange mole rat!