There's a Raven <br />that lives in the tree <br />that sit's at the bottom <br />of my garden <br />and my cat's have taken <br />to stalking it. <br /> <br />The only problem is <br />that this Raven <br />is as big <br />as they are. <br /> <br />Yet still, <br />everytime they slide <br />outside they <br />sit waiting for it <br />to land <br />on the grass. <br /> <br />And this morning it did. <br /> <br />It set down <br />straight in front <br />of them <br />and just stared <br />them out. <br /> <br />Very slowley <br />they backed up <br />and then in <br />a flash <br />came tearing through <br />the cat-flap, <br />up the stairs <br />and hid under the bed. <br /> <br />The Raven <br />hopped around for a few moments, <br />preening itself, <br />shaking out it's feathers <br />and then flew <br />back up to <br />it's nest. <br /> <br />And I got to thinking <br />if they'd rushed it <br />they could've probally <br />taken it out. <br /> <br />I guess the art of bullshit <br />isn't just exclusive <br />to the human animal <br />after all.<br /><br />Neil Gray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/front/
