Generations
of slaughterhouse cats
Big and nasty
enough to kill rats
Were born at
the end of my street
And the one
I’ve got is so sweet
He’s his own
son, and grandson it seems
His father's his grandfather, both the same genes
His teeth are
too big for his head
And his jaw
muscles fill me with dread
His coat is
as sleek as a mink
He has a
white shirtfront and pink
Skin under
charcoal grey fur
White shoes
and a rumbling purr
He’s a loving
cat and true
And his full
name is Boo
As in Radley after the Mockingbird
Because he’s
never seen or heard
He lives in
my study, never goes out
As the other
cats have no doubt
He’s an
intruder that must be killed
Poor Boo, he
means none of them ill
His coat is
as sleek as a mink
He has a
white shirtfront and pink
Skin under
charcoal grey fur
White shoes
and a rumbling purr
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