The Tragedy of Chester the Great

A lesson learned for all felines...

 

In all of the land

there is no place so fine,

as Devonshire Alley.

It’s truly divine.

 

The grass so green.

The water pristine.

 

A haven whose equal

has never been seen.

 

People come in droves.

Some visit, most stay.

 

In this wonderful town

by Elenore’s Bay.

 

All people are welcome.

All animals too.

 

But take heed,

in this town,

some things just won’t do.

 

 

I speak,

keep in mind,

to the feline kind.

 

Many creatures stay,

in this town by the bay.

 

But you should be warned,

they are dangerous prey.

 

All this I relate

to Chester the Great,

a cat who met

with an untimely fate.

 

It could be said,

he’s dead,

for filling his plate.

 

 

Chester the Great was a hunter indeed.

 

In the end,

however,

he was a hunter in need.

 

Many a lizard would despair,

to see a ball of orange hair

streak through the air.

 

Mice fell by the dozens,

sisters, brothers, cousins.

 

Families torn asunder,

by the cat who did plunder.

 

But, oh what a blunder,

by Chester the Great.

 

 

One day by the bay,

the hunted did gather,

to devise the demise

of Chester the Great.

 

A trap they did lay,

with bait for their prey.

 

The creature so bold,

even when told,

was too full of pride

to run and to hide.

 

The bait he did take.

 

He was hit by a rake.

 

They carried him away

and to this day,

Chester I hear

has yet to appear.

 

Rumors do tell,

of a feast that was held

the day the cat fell,

in that town by the bay.

Little is said,

of what they were fed.

 

But how I do wonder

             if the cat that did plunder,

                        such a fat juicy beast,

                                    was a "guest" at that feast.

 

Author's Note

Not a poet!

Reviews

[Diane]

What a great imaginative write my friend..poor Chester I hope the untimely death was quick..loved it..Diane