A barn owl hooted from above
And lots of bats came out.
A ginger cat began to stretch
And then he looked about.
“It’s playtime now for pussy cats,”
Was Ginger’s only thought.
Oh how he purred as he recalled
The stupid mice he’d caught.
“Come along then Ginger Cat.
We’ll let you go outside,”
And Ginger trotted briskly out
His head held high with pride.
The moon’s bright rays shone from above;
The barn was open wide.
With pleasure this conceited cat
Thought of the fun inside.
Now Ginger was a greedy cat;
Tonight he’d eaten well:
Oh lots of tasty fish for tea –
He recalled quite well that smell! mmm!
He snuggled down upon the straw
And soon was fast asleep.
He dreamt the barn door opened wide
And in three mice did creep.
Well was it indigested fish,
For that can cause bad dreams?
What Ginger dreamt, but thought he saw,
Quite made him want to scream!!
The mice began to grow in size! -
They grew and grew some more.
It wasn’t long before they were
As big as the barn door.
The three mice turned on Ginger Cat.
Oh, what could Ginger do?
“We’ve come to get you, horrid cat.
We’ll cook you in our stew!”
Poor Ginger took his only chance
And fled fast from the barn.
He didn’t want these fearsome mice
To do HIM any harm.
He bolted back to his own home
And lay panting on the mat.
His owners said: “Well, what on earth
Has frightened our poor cat?"
When 'playtime' came again next day,
Poor Ginger stayed at home.
"The world out there is hardly safe
For a ginger cat to roam!"
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* Published in 2010, this poem was chosen by teachers and children in West Yorkshire and was published in my Josie's Poems "Funny Poems" book by AMS Educational Ltd, Leeds.