The Feathered Rain
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Juan Olivarez
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Dive bomb that cat, sweet Mockingbird,
You have him on the run.
Silently without a word,
You make it look like so much fun.
Look at that cat, what a nervous wreck,
In need of psychiatric aid.
That last run made him hit the deck,
Somebody rained on his parade.
And now he'll try to strut away,
Pretending he's so cool.
But his tormentor caused him dismay,
And made him look the fool.
And now he sits up in the tree,
Singing sweetly once again.
Proud to have made the feline flee,
Terrified of the feathered rain.
5/8/14 Alton Texas
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