A Poem Written by My Cat
These humans are quite useful at times
But they sit on my couch, the worst of crimes.
I allow them to live in my house
And on occasion I’ll bring them my prized mouse.
I want outside but make them wait by the door,
Because in a moment I’ll want in once more.
I could easily live on my own
But why should I when they feed me on a throne?
Why do humans insist on picking me up?
I'm not some cuddly pup.
I have lethal weapons for paws.
And I'm not afraid to use them no matter the cause.
No I am not interested in that thing
It’s merely a piece of fabric dangling from string.
I wish to sleep away the day
And yes upside down is how I prefer to lay.