Interior Chicken
The 'BoM'

Tat Tat Cat

“I’m stumped,” says the cat to its prey

I can perch here and look you straight

I can see you move your wiggle nose

But I can’t see my own whiskers

I can feel them as I move along the hall

To pounce the door stop


I can put my head against you and they bend


I can’t see them whisper

I can’t taste them whisker


I shall pluck them out and have a look


The little mouse moves its nose up and down


yowling ensues


To cheese and soda up

On the stoop