Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Death Comes for the Cardinal
While tending the tomatoes and peppers and such
I found the corpse of a cardinal – too much!
And my sweet little cat with a grin on her mug
Licking her paw with a ‘tude all smug
I’ve told all the birds to watch out for the cat
But they will dive-bomb her – rat-a-tat-tat!
And thus a brave cardinal or insolent bluejay
Will be snatched to its death on a sunny day
O, bold birdies, soaring down from the sky
Mind the claws lest you dive and die
Or as is said in Iberia, by every don and dona
Always remember - leave that cat alone, ya!
(Apologies to everyone in Catalonia)
A play on Death Comes for the Archbishop
