A blackbird came to stay in garden, mine
He raised his active family with us
And always watching out for neighbor’s puss
Centeniel and singer so divine
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A day I saw the cat on something dine
The black and shining plumage ripped apart
The neighbors puss so quickly did depart
Centeniel and singer now divine
—.
My garden now is silent, with a shrine
The neighbor’s cat has occupied my land
A blackbird can so easily be banned
Centeniel and singer is divine
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A little exercise in pentameter,
inspired by #liblit prompt June 25, 2012