Love Token (Dead Shrew)
Listen to Lesley read her poem ...
The cat left a dead shrew at my door
In kindness, love or hope.
I picked it up and composted it.
I would have eaten it if I could.
He’s not my cat.
In kindness, love or hope.
I picked it up and composted it.
I would have eaten it if I could.
He’s not my cat.
This poem is copyright (©) Lesley James 2024
About the Writer
Lesley James
Lesley writes for young people and less young people. Many of her stories and poems for children are set in Lesley’s Garden, where a cast of birds, beasts and minibeasts live. She loves playing with words - rhythms, rhymes, tongue-twisters - and telling real tales. Nothing is more funny, thrilling or entertaining than the real life you can see from your own window.
