She Stepped Gingerly

Shush, she seemed to say with each prowling step

Had to be quiet, she arched her back then she leapt

Executing her art like a cold blooded pro

Skills that through running wild, she had come to know

Then off she ran, with alarming haste

Everything shifted into a scurried paste

Passed the first house, then the second and at the third

Pecks were showered and a symphony of squaws heard

Every blackbird outside converged in the mango tree

Disturbed by the cat unusual bravery

Ginger is fed with tuna and milk every day

I saw the neighbors feeding her and from what they say

Never does she need to catch birds, lizards or mice

Got no call being barbaric, but nature still seemed to entice

Eating from hunts but the blackbirds chose not to agree

Relentless squawking noises called out mummy

“Look, shoo, get from hey!” she scolded Ginger who was seeking to hide

“Yah bettah leggo dah bird before the rest tear holes in yah backside!”