Catastrophe - A Satire (Poetry)

Catastrophe means just one thing —
the world as run by cats
with mice now rare — in short supply
and ditto birds and rats

Fish are rationed — two per puss
and really small at that
no mackerel in the ocean since
they’ve eaten every sprat

The chickens live like outlaws in
fierce bands spread far and wide
they’ve learned to sharpen beaks and claws
found places they can hide

Those lions and tigers freed from zoos
have lost their hunting skills
aren’t quick enough — unfit — too old
to chase prey through the hills

They doss about and growl and fret
or plunder rubbish bins
outside MacDonalds hoping there’s
manburgers tossed within

While feral cats police the streets
they say who comes and goes
and few will argue with a law
some killer-nature chose

Fat Cat is king and jungle rules
are all that now apply
Dog may have had his day but waits ...
He knows the fur will fly