Shouldn’t you be inside,
napping? Scratching the furniture
or carpet, climbing the drapes,
trashing the mini-blinds?
Asking for catnip and treats?
You, with the pale gray
and white fur, the vaguely
Saimese markings: you’re
a domesticated short-hair cat.
Housecat, as in inside a house.
I fear your hunting prowess,
fear for unwary squirrels and birds
even if you’re well-fed. They’re
no match for you. I can’t see
why you’re outside, not inside.
Andrew Shattuck McBride
NaPoWriMo 2014 ~ Day 33