The Cat

I am a rat, treated as vermin

No ermine coat here.

Speak with the cat

He is pleasurable

And pleasure seeking.

But I tell you this

He can kill.

Not for any reward,

Just coz he can.

He walked by,

I gave a sigh of relief.

You are beautiful

He said, I know.

Is the arrogance misplaced,

Stroke me, see for yourself.

That’s wonderful,

The fur you have is most enticing,

Your eyes, so large and engaging.

Did you see my claws?

No I said

I keep them hidden

Unless, of course, you threaten.

Why would I do that?

He laughed,

You would be surprised,

Talk to the woman,

She can tell you more.

I gave the cat one last stroke

Said I loved him.

He replied, I know.

I could not believe the arrogance of the bloke.

I went in search for her.

She appeared

Under mysterious moonlight;

Her obvious beauty could stop the heart of any man,

Not mine.

She wore all white,

Defining every contour,

Her hair was rich and dark.

I just wanted to touch.

Steady boy, you expect too much,

But I thought

You thought wrong!

I am not here for your pleasure.

The measure of man

Is in his soul and kindness to all creatures

Until you show me that

Keep it in your pants!


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