The Coalmine Cat

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Anthropogenic Climate Change scam, Australian poet, Canary in the coalmine, Coalmine canary, Greta Thunberg, poem, poetry

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐭

{𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘢 𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘨}

Once an anti-coal canary,
In the gloom pulled faces scary.
Smiled, then grimaced, gave a frown,
From her perch fell upside down,
To the bottom of her cage.
(This bird should be on the stage).
There she lay asphyxiated.
(She was acting). With breath bated
Came a miner to remove her;
He with soft sounds sought to sooth her.
But she lay still and pretended
That coal-gas had her life ended.
So the miner sniffed the warm air
But no gas could he detect there.
Thus he knew the bird was lying —
She was acting — wasn’t dying.
So he called the coalmine cat.

And that was the end of that.

— D.N. O’Brien