sylvia spencer - A Brave Canary

He sat on the mat all bright eyed and bushy tailed <br />but the other half of him was sad because he had failed. <br />He failed to do what he was surposed to do and that put <br />the cat to the end of the queue. <br />A family of cats had tried to get the canary, but he was to <br />sharp because he flew like a fairy, so all the cats called him <br />Lairy the Canary. For months on end those cats tried their <br />best, but dear old Lairy he would never rest because he <br />was shrewd and at his best. He knew each cat would prowl <br />and stalk, but he was sharper than a hawk. <br />A bird on a wing he may have been, but he led those cats a <br />merry scene. Ducking and diving every day just to keep <br />those cats at bay, and he would always have the last say. <br />Bird seed would dropp and feathers would fly, but this old canary <br />would never say die. This brave old canary whose name was <br />Lairy a small yellow bird that flew like a fairy. <br />Then one day he was needed to go down the mine <br />and he knew it was near the end of his time.A blast of <br />gas and old Lairy lay flat, but at least it was better than being <br />killed by a cat. Dear old Lairy now lies in his grave, <br />with an inscription on his stone, B for Brave.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-brave-canary/