The lovely bird the black cat did kill
The goldfinch with short thin bill
Never more amongst the sunlit garden trees
Will be heard singing in the breeze
On smaller things the cat does prey
To kill it is her natural way
To her there isn't any wrong
In killing a small bird of song
She does not know like you or I
That one day she too has to die
A natural predator one might say
She hunts by night and hunts by day
And since she does not know of guilt or shame
For the lives she takes she is not to blame.
The goldfinch with short thin bill
Never more amongst the sunlit garden trees
Will be heard singing in the breeze
On smaller things the cat does prey
To kill it is her natural way
To her there isn't any wrong
In killing a small bird of song
She does not know like you or I
That one day she too has to die
A natural predator one might say
She hunts by night and hunts by day
And since she does not know of guilt or shame
For the lives she takes she is not to blame.
