Benson the Brat

           Spring has Sprung

Winter was over,

the cold chill had gone,

high in the sky

the spring sun shone.

Basking in the warmth

of the suns’ soothing glow,

was Benson the Brat……..

and he was ready to go!

Benson was naughty,

always on alert.

Seizing every moment,

but careless and overt.

The warmth of the sun

had left him feeling frisky.

With him in this mood

everything became RISKY.

Benson thought about

some jokes he could play,

and noticed the family

had all gone away.

So Benson the Brat

planned an all-out assault,

with a confused Dee for Dog

being the final result.

The plan was quite complex in its design,

but Benson just knew

it would all work out fine.

He was so confident in his ability,

that instead of preparing,

he enjoyed the tranquility.

In his mind’s eye

Benson was stealth

and like lightening.

He would sneak up on Dee

and the result would be frightening!

Dee would jump so high

he would be able to abscond,

and before she could land

he would hide near the pond,

Dee for dog would never

even know what had hit her,

and Benson would be long gone-

in case she was bitter.

Benson would then be able

to crawl under the log,

hidden from view of both

the chickens and dog.

This would give him another chance

to give Dee a fright,

and the chickens would mask his escape with

flurry and flight.

Once again Dee would not know

what was so frightening,

and Benson would escape as he was

quicker than lightening.

Then for a third chance

to make Dee jump,

Benson just had to wait

behind the old tree stump.

When Dee walks by confused

and looking for a friend,

he could spring off the stump

and tap Dee’s rear end.

This would make her

turn around very quickly,

spinning her into the rose –

oh so prickly!

The perfect plan to surprise Dee

not once but thrice.

He was sure he could convince her

that it must be the mice.

She would never know for sure

that it was Benson,

he would pretend he was sleeping

and did not notice the tension.

Benson was excited

by the plan in his head.

He waited for Dee

to go back to her bed.

He gave her a while

to doze off to sleep,

he wanted her slumber

to be restful and deep.

The deeper her sleep,

the more dramatic the waking.

He wanted her to jump high

and land with legs shaking.

Now he prepared himself

to be as quick as a ninja,

so fast he became a streak of

                  brown, black and ginger.

Slowly and stealthily

Benson started to creep,

cautiously looking for signs

Dee was asleep.

Softly he padded

through the green clover,

navigating obstacles,

moving under and over.

He was sure that he had

performed the perfect sneak,

but he didn’t see Dee for dog

taking a peak.

As he steadied himself

to jump into the air,

Dee turned and barked, 

raising all Benson's hair!

Benson had already launched into his jump,

the fright sent him flying

and he landed with a thump.

When he came down

he was all in a flutter,

shaking like it was

his legs that were butter.

The chickens were curious

about all the commotion,

Benson tried to run

but was stuck in slow motion.

The chickens surrounded him

one, two

and three,

so Benson jumped high

to try and break free.

His view had been blocked

so he didn’t quite see,

that the direction he jumped in

landed him in a tree.

Dangling tentatively over the pond,

Benson searched frantically

for a way to abscond.

Slowly

he felt his grip fade away.

He could see that below him

was Gardener Bay.

Smack in the middle

was a big water bowl,

and it was so cold that he let a

"meyoooowwwwl".