A man brought
a Mockingbird
home from the park
It perched on
his mantle
from morning till dark
It chirped
the same song
again and again
To wake the
house up
at seven a.m.
A cat was
brought home
one day as a pet
To keep down
the mice
it hunted as pests
The Mockingbird sang
as the cat
plied its trade
Till one fateful
morning
knocking over its cage
And out flew
the songbird
away from its pen
To never
be seen
— or heard from again
(Rhymes From The Nursery: May, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
A tragic tale and well timed prelude to my write for tomorrow. Clever and well written my friend
Thanks Soren.
Most welcome my friend
Kurt, this feels like a classic cautionary nursery rhyme…simple on the surface, yet carrying that quiet sadness that often hides beneath the best children’s tales. The ending lands with a surprising ache. Beautiful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks, I have about 50 Nursery Rhymes that I'm thinking about publishing.
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