While some may say that cats don\'t dream
I carry out my fierce rebuttal,
The thought of rodents makes me beam
My ears, they prick when mice do scuttle.
If I could merely catch but one,
With swaying tail and belly ripe,
I’m sure my joy (which stands at none),
Would soar and leave me without gripe.
Their wiry whiskers ‘tween my paw
I’d pounce and gnaw with no charade,
To detain mice within my jaw,
Oh, heavens, all the birds I’d trade!
My bucket list is short and sweet
(Though rare are felines labelled that)
I wish to, one day, cook and eat
A five-star standard gourmet rat.