Izzy ran out into the rain
such a brave cat
when she came home her fur
was wet and she held a bird
in her mouth
a pigeon as big
as a chicken, all grayed scragged feathers
tiny head wrenched and hung
glassy pop eyes
Izzy dropped the bird on the carpet
looked at me all bland
and kittenish
then she ate dinner
and by the time she finished
her fur was dry