‘Inevitable’ by Norma Pain The Society June 26, 2021 Culture, Humor, Poetry 20 Comments . My eyes espied a little bird And in his mouth… a little worm, That screamed a scream but no one heard. To mourn a worm is quite absurd, I guess his life had come to term. That little bird… he sang a song, He sang as if his heart would burst, A song to sing his whole life long, As if he had done nothing wrong. He little knew his life was cursed. My eyes espied a grinning cat And in his mouth… that little bird, Bereft of song and limp and fat, His dripping blood upon the mat. He’d screamed a scream but no one heard. The grinning cat… he yawned and slept, As if he had done nothing wrong. Oblivious of I who wept, Of I who could not intercept And then an eagle came along. I watched that eagle swoop and clasp That feline in his talon grasp, And of that grin on kitty’s face There was no trace! . . Norma Pain was born in Liverpool, England and now lives in Parksville, British Columbia, Canada. Thirty of Norma’s poems were published by Dana Literary Society, between 2004 and 2007 and she was twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize by that same on-line poetry site. She self-published a book of rhyme in 2000 called Bulging Assets. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. NOTE TO POETS: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 20 Responses Joe Tessitore June 26, 2021 The fat cat’s scream, the eagle heard. Lots of fun, and thought-provoking as well, this poem of yours. Very well done, Ms. Pain. Reply Norma Pain June 29, 2021 Thank you for your comments Joe. I apologize for being a little late in my replies as my “daily” email from Classical Poetry stopped arriving in my inbox, and I am so non-techy that I have no idea why! I miss reading all of the wonderful poetry contained therein and am frantically trying to find “the cure”. Reply Jeff Eardley June 26, 2021 Norma, thoroughly enjoyable. I was wondering who, or what was going to get the eagle. Great picture from Evan as well. That Sylvester was one mean moggie. From England, thank you. Reply Norma Pain June 29, 2021 Thank you Jeff and thank you to Evan for the most appropriate picture. Reply Joseph S. Salemi June 26, 2021 “Nature, red in tooth and claw…” –Lord Tennyson Let the environmentalists and animal-rights people explain it all away. Reply Norma Pain June 29, 2021 Appreciate the quote and comments Joseph. I love nature but I also love to eat all kinds of meat. What a conundrum! Reply Margaret Coats June 26, 2021 The major challenge in writing a poem like this is how to end it effectively. Norma, your ending is an exceptional success! The shorter stanza of rhyming couplets, and the brief final line, do the job with a bang. You (who had expressed some human sympathy for the prey along the way) do not need to take up a high-powered rifle! Reply Norma Pain June 29, 2021 Thank you for your comments Margaret. It actually took a couple of years before I figured out a suitable final stanza that satisfied me. Reply Paul Freeman June 26, 2021 They should use this poem in biology books to teach the food chain – herbivore, predator, predator, top predator. Bravo, Norma – you’ve made learning fun, which is no mean feat. Reply Norma Pain June 29, 2021 Lovely comments Paul. Thank you so much. Reply Yael June 26, 2021 Nice title, great poem. It flows like music and tells a realistic story complete with tragedy, triumph and suspense. I love it! Reply Norma Pain June 29, 2021 Thank you for your comments Yael. It took a while to come up with the title but I think it works well. Reply David Watt June 27, 2021 Thank you Norma for a most entertaining poem. The natural world really does consist of just two types of animal: the quick, and the dead. Reply Norma Pain June 29, 2021 Thank you David… ‘the quick and the dead’, made me laugh. Reply Norma Pain June 29, 2021 Appreciate the quote and comments Joseph. I love nature but I also love to eat all kinds of meat. What a conundrum! Reply Norma Pain June 29, 2021 I seem to be having some technical issues with my replies. Am I going mad!! Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant June 29, 2021 A much needed blast of laughter in an increasingly miserable world! Wonderful stuff! Thank you, Norma. Reply Norma Pain June 30, 2021 Thank you for your comments Susan. I really enjoy writing to uplift people’s spirits if I can, and your comments and everyone else’s have lifted mine. Reply C.B. Anderson July 6, 2021 Without Pain we would know so much less about ourselves. Reply Norma Pain July 7, 2021 How true that is CB. Thank you. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.