Female Feline For Fun

The cat is in the bag,

the cat is on the street,

the cat wants the cream

that you refuse to eat.

She'll scratch your hand,

she'll purr at your leg,

looking up at you with eyes,

scary and enticing.

Do you feel mesmerised?

Do you see the emptiness

behind the green grey light?

Do you want to pet her?

Do you want to lock her up?

Does she confuse you,

because you want to touch her,

but you still don't trust her?

The cat is always alone,

climbing walls, searching for prey.

The cat is in your house,

tied to your loyalty,

tied to your tamed ribbons,

tied to her seasonal litter,

kitties fed by her suffocated breasts.

The cat is always free,

dreaming of long gone

forest fire days,

when noone judged her,

when noone asked her who she was,

when the pleading of death

in their eyes

was all she ever saw

before she devoured

and cherished them,

lovingly, hopefully...