by Elliot Siemon

Created on: August 17, 2009

High Tea in the Garden

Wilbur the cat was on the prowl,
In merry old Bristol it was.
Mid August he came a-foul,
Setting the Internet a-buzz.

While stalking rodents, as they do,
In a neighbor's garden, t'was heard...
A quantum screech... his owner's knew...
Wilbur is in trouble, was the word!

In suspense, anguish and hope jaded,
And such a valiant row it was,
But as Wilbur's crescendo faded,
They imagined the worst, as one does.

Authorities summoned at once,
And at the scene, not a trace.
Except the neighbor's pet's presence,
One of fine ophidian grace.

A 3 meter Burmese python prime...
An enigma, they had their hunch;
X-rays clearly showed the sublime...
Indeed, poor Wilbur had been lunch.

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