How You Catch A Rat Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

I told cats a story
And asked them what
I had just said t them
They gold me to repeat
What I had said to them
For I had not told them
To stop searching for rats
And open their ears to my
Tattles for they knew best
To rather die trying to
Fend for themselves than
Die of something they
Were long told to STP
Doing for curiosity
Is something they know
To be the most dangerous
For it killed the fattest
Of their species.

When I told them tbis never happened
They asked me how I could know
As I have nevervbeen a cat
And seenhow they spent hours
Inthe wild their eyes on traps
Hoping a silly rat would dare
Stick its head in it and get
To learn to mind his own
Business for curiosity
Did not just kill a cat
But did worse to the rat
For it did not see the net
As it cosed kn on it.

How do you get the news
Now that you will not
Wet your paws jn the rain?
Wecwait for the rat to come
In soaked and then know
That you survive by letting
Those lacking in aisdom
Go where you dare not go
Forvwe are too clever to go
Into dangeroys holes when
Someone can do it for us.

That I think is very mean
And makes me sad for I
Thought very highly of you.
For we came here to serve.

Who said life was a thing
You lived in kindness?
The curious of the earth
Shall not rule with an
Iron hand while we live
For WD will make sure
WD keep our eyes on the prize.
For that is how gou cath a rat.
Tell us if that is not wisdom.