Falling From the Catbird's Seat
The gaping door, the swinging perch,
No chirping to be heard.
Esther saw the cage was light…
By just about one bird.
No ripple in the water dish,
Nor feathers in the bed.
No scattered hulls of mangled seeds,
The paper barely read.
The worry planted deep within
Now grew on Esther’s face.
Hope just dangled, silently,
Consuming time and space.
Until the cat came skulking by,
A shadow in his jaw;
(Esther hates when answers beat
The questions to the draw.)
While cornered on the stairwell rug,
Perplexed, he cocked his head.
A look proclaimed his innocence,
His tail betrayed the dread.
Esther matched him gaze for gaze;
Eternities transpired.
His mouth was full, he couldn’t speak,
“What leg?” his eyes inquired.
This poem is one that has me thinking you need to have a book in the style of Shel Silverstein out. The simple, and simply cute, line artwork accompanying the humorous verse is really very fun reading. I'd love to have a bound collection of verse like this and Percy's Dilemma (and all the rest) on my shelf to take down and read.
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I think you do have most of it. The collection isn't large, by any stretch of the imagination. And when I tried it on, I did find it a little binding.
Thanks,
Pinhole
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I agree with Poetically Challenged. A Silverstein style book would be pretty good. With some nice cover art, I think something like that would sell really well. I know I'd buy one.
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