A small thing some might say.

Curiosity killed the mouse

The two cow-cats were in the still garden,
Washing their paws, purring like bees,
Until a noise as quiet as a mouse
Stirred them to inquire like scientists,
What have we here? Empirical evidence,
A species-specific life form, hiding under
A plant pot, doubtless frightened to death,
We'll watch and wait, watch and wait,
Cow-cats can chew the fat all day,
Waiting is a luxury in the land of the Pharoahs,
Until I come along, curious to know what
The cow-cats are staring at, waiting for,
I move the plant pot and reveal a mouse,
No time to note the type, field, harvest, who cares,
A cow-cat has caught it in a vice of fangs
And carried it off to a fate worse than death.
Robert Burns wrote a poem to a mouse,
One he turned over with a plough,
Just doing his job, of course, I though
Caused the death of a mouse by my curiosity.

Chris Fernie, 2009

Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2009-07-10 at 21:52

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..but I thought that curiosity killed the cat, not the mouse! (I am scared to death of mice, can't ever feel sorry for the demise of one of them.) Nearly wrote "demouse" there, that would have been clever eh?

Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Chris...put your feelings of guilt away....it was just a matter
of time before the cats would have completed the job...and
without you

Really enjoyed this poem


An adorable text on the facts of life ... and how well you capture the way a cat is a cat - loved this :)

jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
i relate i relate!!
its just the chain of command though isnt it?
we must do as they want!!!
good work and i understand the conscience :)