Double Wordle: Wings and Claws

My feathered friends and I like to sit and laugh,
At the exploits of the clot, Mr Jinx the cat
He thinks we don’t see him as he follows us
Then decides with a sigh
And a tail’s swish enough’s enough
He’d chase us around Planet Earth
If his while it was mostly worth…
And he wasn’t dizzy from spinning
As betwixt and beyond we’d lead him
And shallow pecks we’d give him,
Not deep enough to bleed him
Just enough to fire his ire
And choose to give chase
To save face
But breaking news! It’s all fiction
Mr Jinx is thick-skinned
Like the rest of the yakult-fed feline cult
Them, and their thoughts of chase and play
We make their day.
Well, my feathered friends and I laugh
Until we’re caught
And then we lie still and pray…