Cats

The song of the cat is

Survive, survive
The game of the cat is

Staying alive

The love of the cat is

To be sleek and to thrive

To crouch, to creep

To pounce and to dive

To rip helpless feathers

With claws of steel knives

Then to stretch and to purr,

To snooze on plump thighs

To be stroked and caressed,

Admired with sighs

To dream savage dreams

Behind curtained eyes