This is my first entry in Week 1 of The Poet's Pub 2nd Annual Biggest Competition Ever 2017

I hear something in the early hours
As I'm stirring in my bed
So I creep downstairs to find the cat
Playing with a mouse's head

My fridge is almost full
My cupboards aren't even bare
There's a variety of meat
But I prefer mine medium rare

Whisper has only been here for a week
And has started to bring me presents
Yesterday ''twas a little bird
I hope he doesn't progress to pheasants