The shrill shriek of the dying fruit rat signals my cat's kill
While the songs of my neighbor's xmas cheer spills
across our lawns

They bought an inflatable carousel that lights and spins and sings

O!

Liked it so much they bought a smaller one and hung it in my invasive species tree.

"You must dig that up by its roots ma'am."

Silent

She trots in, head high, to keep from tripping on the rat tail

Growling and insisting on replaying the capture and death throes of her eternal prey for me

Night.

O