with ears aloft
claws like glass
pads silk-soft
she treads the grass

spies her prey
with laser vision
with last survey
makes decision

quick as lightning
bird is caught
caws are frightening
but all for naught

no more encore
for little robin
for he's no more
the cat's his coffin

and on the sod
as garnish'd cod
one feather lies
as proof of prize