Since it is one of my favorites. I dug this out of my archives:

The Apostate Cat by Tom Matkin

Through the yard on stealthy feet
He prowls the dank and dismal spot.
His prey is not what's fit to eat,
But putrid things of filth and rot.
To master's feet with feline moves
He proudly drags his gruesome prize.
The master always disapproves;
The cat, he always feigns surprise.

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