The Canary, yellow and small,
sang on the sill looking in,
through the window.
The Cat, looking up from the lawn,
manicured, both,
licked its whiskers,
and moved, slowly.


And then, upwards,
as if a boeing in
takeoff, the cat
towards the song,
from the lawn.

The bird saw the shadow
and moved higher to the treetop.
The cat, against the pane
was stunned
back to the manicured lawn.

From a higher top
the song still sang.

Bernard Kennedy

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/canary-with-cat/