How To Speak To A Cat-Woman Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Do not speak too soon, or too often
Hum a little....Mmmmm....de.dum dum dum
Pour yourself into a nearby space
Like water into a jug
And let me settle,
A dropped bangle, rolling

I do not respond to endearments,
Cajoling or stalking

I loll in the sun, not feeling the urge
To knead your ego like dough

On silken paws, I slither round confrontation
Hum a little...Mmmmmm....de dum dum dum
You may intrigue me