That Darned Cat
It has assumed
A place
Demanding
But unsure.
Comfort is
The beast's
Drive and
Its guide.
Does it feel good?
Does scare?
Does it taste good?
Is it warm?
“Entertain Me!”
Says she.
Her terms.
Always.
It cannot be bothered.
Mice to chase
Rats to scare
Love is for fools.
Unbothered if
I care.
Whose presence alone
is an intrusion.
She is teaching me
Her language.
Mews for food,
Mreows for scratches.
For the front door,
A little Mreuh
And for the rear,
A slight modification of a raised tail.
I am on to her game
And practice my own
Training through
Aloofness.
It is a challenging
Course,
Ignoring pleads
For needs.
But I am a
Hard master
And I refuse to
Bend to her will.
If her hunger is
Too great, too demanding,
Then feed her to the
Tiger of the night.
And here we are.
You thought
There would be
A redemption arc.
A hero's journey
Where an obstacle is overcome
And a lesson learned
To make a better man or cat.
Instead — just two stoic souls
Out-waiting the
Damnedness of
the other.
Thanks for reading and sharing my beautiful lie.
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