(with apologies to Don Marquis)
New York Times 11/11/04 wrote:
On another occasion, the snipers tensed when they heard movement in the direction of a smoldering building. A cat sauntered out, unconcerned with anything but making its rounds in the neighborhood.
'Can I shoot it, sir?' a sniper asked an officer.
'Absolutely not,' came the reply.
Once was a cat named Shiraz
Lived in the city of Fallujah,
She had nine lives
and here's how she used one.
She got up one day and stretched
and the people were warring as usual,
Blasting away with AKs, RPGs
and those nasty 500 pounders
That pummel the earth
and upset your digestion,
But Shiraz went out,
anyway,
Because
she wanted to catch the sun
and
While she was catching it
she fell into scopesight
of a sniper
of course Shiraz knew about snipers
because she was a cat
and a cat is a sniper,
in her own way,
if she knows what's good for her
and in a city like Fallujah
a girl grows up quick
especially if she's a cat
So Shiraz sez
"what the fuck!
Or Iraqi cat for that,
I'm going out to take a shit
Stretch in the sun
even if some scumbag human
sniper ventilates me,
I've got nine lives
and I'm gonna spend one,
I'm wishing there's a newsman
out there watching my
sweet Iraqi ass"
and there was.