One day I spied a small bird, simply sitting on a branch,

When I set out a bowl of seeds, the little fella did a dance,

Landing on the table, the bird gathered the seeds with care,

Through a mouthful of seed, a story he did share…

In the forest, he told me, was a family of mice

Who’d nearly been eaten, by a cat with a vice,

With their home destroyed, all their food had been lost,

The bird thought the seeds could be shared, at no cost…

I refilled the bowl of seeds,

suggesting he come back,

He could help out this tiny forest family,

whilst I give that naughty cat a whack!