! Cat Skills - Poem by Michael Shepherd
So the diminishing tribe
of wild cats
got together and agreed hey times is gettin' tough
we need a strategy.
a subject race
with superior paws
while we wait for evolution
to do its thing. How about
using easily-fooled, sentimental
They got great hands,
we need to be smaller than wild -
-the smaller, the more sentimental Two-legs gets; and
catch them young, they're yours for life...;
and we need just enough variety too
because Two-legs like to think they're all unique and different
and they can impose the image of their uniqueness
on their own pussy
and love us almost as much
as they love themselves - for their kids,
as much as life itself...
just enough character, in short,
to make us prized, but not enough character
to get us into war, or divorce, or corporate fraud...
The Egyptian wild cat proposed
that being seen as sacred to temples
would enhance status;
but other cool cats pointed out
that temples might get neglected in time;
better far to be a god(dess) of the hearth
than the temple. Agreed nem con.
And that took care of all the smaller details like evolution,
the rearing of cows,
and tin-openers. Bingo!
That's funny. The cat just jumped on the keyboard
and scratched me.
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