A Bright Full Moon

Edward Lear, please forgive me!

The Owl and the Pussycat Revisited

(A Bright Full Moon)

The owl and the pussycat set off again by the light of a bright full moon,
this time they had their thirteen young and a friendly kind racoon.
the owl remained besotted still, with his beautiful tabby bride.
although she’d gained a pound or two, he remained quite dewy- eyed.

“Oh, darling owl, you look so sweet with all our little brood,
did you bring our picnic fayre, or any other food?”
The owl then looked remorsefully sad, at a faux pas he had made,
their runcible spoon remained untouched, no table would be laid.

The pussycat was most upset and glared at her piteous mate,
for the children were objecting now, there was nothing for their plate.
The kind racoon was now on hand to try and pave the way,
but all attempts to smooth things out just couldn’t save this day!

Soon they arrived where bong-trees grow, where the sand was as soft as silk,
the piggy-wig was conveniently there with several urns of milk.
Slices of quince were served on a platter along with bread and cheese.
the children lapped and pecked their food in the gentle morning breeze.

They were joined by the turkey now who had heard the hullabaloo,
she was asked to join them in the fun,” I don’t mind if I do”.
“Would you like to have some music now “? Inquired the piggy-wig.
Everyone got up to dance and enjoyed the wonderful jig.

It was time to cross the sea of blue in their boat of vivid green,
with a picnic of such sheer delights, they were promised a fine cuisine.
The piggy-wig waved them goodbye whilst she dabbed her teary eyes,
they drifted off to the other side just following the starry sky.

ⓒ Teresa Harrison-Best
October 2023