A bad little kitty moved into my neighborhood

It does whatever it wants; empties people’s trash

Chases dogs – to them it taunts; scratches up any

and all Landau roofs; uses my friend’s daughter’s

sandbox to do number one . . .

Marks its’ territory – by the yard; swims in pools

as it watches bathers run inside; sharpens its’ claws

on all of my trees; I see its’ eyes glowing in the dark

and it gives me the creeps; the guy behind me no

longer has chickens in his coop . . .

I had just about had it, so I called animal control

The chasers became the chasees; so then I phoned

911 – K9 patrol; the German Shepherd was so scared

it hid in the trunk; then an announcement came

over my radio, escaped tiger . . .

“A Bengal Tiger has escaped from the zoo, please

remain inside – keep all doors and windows locked”

But this was Sunday and I had to go to church; so I

grabbed my Gideon’s Bible and off I went; the tiger

showed-up and thought, “Hmmm, live pray . . .”

The minister quickly hid under the pulpit; the choir

started singing, “Nearer, My God, To Thee” – music

hath charms, the Bengal Tiger laid down and fell

asleep; animal control came and took the bad little

kitty back to the zoo . . .

‘2009’ RLS