Cheshire Grinning

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)