That Damned Cat
It has assumed
A place
Demanding
But unsure.
Comfort is
The beasts
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.
Presence alone
is an intrusion.
But there is a
Greater hunger.
Feed it to the
Tiger.
Thanks for reading and sharing my beautiful lie.
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