The other day I stood helplessly
as a fragile life drained dry.
Once it was a bird we watched
as it would feed, then fly.
The kitty had no anger towards
the birds she watched each day
it's just a fascination
that, to felines, is like play.
She probably couldn't help it
when the bird got close to her
knowing cats, it happened fast
and to the finch: a blaze of fur.
I found the frail and dying bird
on the floor when I came in
the cat was near but didn't care
much to my chagrin.
Cats are very proud of kills
as their trophies they bestow;
but all I had was sadness
as I watched the birds life go.
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