This morning Jim said to me
"We are going to have to talk to our 'children'
about the critters they bring in!"

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"Shrews and mice or a rat or two,
Just this morning Calli brought a bird for you."
Poor little sparrow died in my hand
Calli just does not understand,
Her feline nature dictates
She hunts by instinct, not out of hate.
Most of her captives live to go free
All she wants is praise from me.
It hurts me when a birds cries I hear,
This poor little sparrow just died of fear.
Shouting or scolding would do no good
Calli is only  doing what nature intended she should.

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With soft words and gentle persuasion
She releases her captives to me, for liberation.
What Calli wants is my affirmation
And of her hunting skills, admiration.