The fearful creature of the blue lagoon
meowed swam ashore
and shook itself.
The ship’s cat
which had fallen off a cargo ship,
a stormy tropical night,
licked salty fur surveyed its new domain
while rats in bushes quivered.
Fifty one thousand rats in two years the cat ate
and it grew bigger than an Irish wolfhound.

When the island was clean out of rats
it turned aquatic
and caught fish with its sabre teeth;
till the lagoon turned milky white and empty.
The fearsome creature starved to death,
and year later when its skeleton was found by a zoologist,
who proclaimed that domestic cats ancestors
where in fact a sabre toothed canine.