On Seeing a Cat Kill a Mouse

Poetic reflections on mortality, written in a mild Scots dialect.

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On Seeing a Cat Kill a Mouse

Nature, red in tooth and claw
Snuffed a life wi’ bloody maw
And in that instant, then, we saw
Our own demise
For we are fragile creatures too
In death’s cold eyes

One moment hale and hearty men
The future’s bright, we hardly ken
How quick it all can crumble when
Fate taks a swipe
And lays us low wi’ one fell blow
What e’er our stripe

We gather rosebuds while we may
For death will come for us one day
A sleekit cat in search o’ prey
Wi’ which to toy
Tae stretch the agony for years
Then kill for joy

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This poem was first published on the Authspot site, here.

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