You greet with silk, sulky pass to shin,
Only to meander, when I walk in,
So aloof and nonchalant,
Yet rely on me for every want,
I chase your affections, fleeting attentions, no less,
As if to do so would offer solace;
How did this come to pass?
I've asked myself, oh yes alas,
Fur-balls and odorous litter, no thrill,
Mostly you lounge, uber still;
In nature you were voracious,
A sabertooth, a panther, a tiger, a cougar or alike,
Poised in stealth, to pounce,
Yet you, prey befall,
Entitled in wealth, guised from true call;
What become you, years to come?
Shedding hair, wool caught claws and moribund,
And what be done when you be gone?
A dog to greet me from that point on!
Sunday, February 28, 2021