I coughed a hairball in the air,
It fell to earth, I know not where;
For though my sight is sharp and true,
I saw not where that fur-bullet flew.
Some time aferward, quite by chance,
I spied them both in a single glance;
For the mouse in a corner lay dead,
A hairball lodged in his tiny head.
From the book: Poetry for Cats : The Definitive Anthology
of Distinguished Feline Verse by Henry Beard