Thanks Christopher, again, for the inspiration. Yes, yes I know. It's not your cat. Not one of mine, either. I don't let them kill birds anymore; they have their own bird-proof yard to lurk in.
You think it’s just the tins of fish
I stick around for, that any lap will do.
A cat’s loyalty goes as far
as her stomach, you say, scratching me
behind the ears
before you toss me out the door
to sit on the neighbour’s fence, or under
a low bush napping until
the hummingbirds come round,
those little jewelled snacks.
I’m the first to admit
I wouldn’t pass by an offer
of cream and kibble, but you see
old man, just because I take it
wherever I can get it
doesn’t make it love.
March 25, 2009