In an effort to stimulate stagnating brain cells and hopefully spawn some creativity, I am working on a little thing I think I shall call SUNDAY SONNETS. Essentially, Sunday Sonnets will be a brief collection, quite random, of events or happenings around here in a loose verse form. And no, I will not adhere to the truest definition of a sonnet as being a verse or song of 14 lines of iambic pentameter. I'm not a poet--hell, I'm not even a writer--but then again you already know that, don't you. My initial offering, though not labeled as such, would have to be last week's "That'll Teach Em".

This week's Sonnet addresses the ever dwindling rodent population around Casa de Ed. For discussion purposes let's just assume that rabbits are rodents, OK? I'm a dad not a zoologist. Though zoo keeper would not be too far from an apt job description.

RODENTS BEWARE

Rodents, beware.
Though extremely cute and cuddly, your safety
Can not be assured in this place.

Yesterday's offering
By our feline warriors was a most

Adorable (and assuredly dead) bunny.

The kids cringed
With horror and repulsion at the feasting
Yet would not look away.

Then Rusty
Availed himself
To the spoils.

And the feline feast was done.

Note to self: Get cat food!