Cats Poem by Juan Olivarez

Cats don't care much, for you, or for me,
It's just in their nature, they were born free.
They just lay around, and do as they please,
All felines live, a life of ease.

Cats never listen, they don't care if you call,
All they care about, is their red rubber ball.
They'll look at you strangely, as if you're insane,
And won't move a muscle, it's too much of a strain.

They'll lay on their backs, just dreaming all day,
And then wake up contented, and start meowing away.
Begging like crazy, for a big bowl of cream,
That's what he was seeing all day in his dreams.

And if you've watched cats, they can be so cruel,
They'll sneak up quietly, they're nobody's fool,
They pounce, and they grab, torture and maim.
So much like a man, maybe just the same.