Your Cat
Your cat has returned without you.
It is sleek and wiry like you,
and does not like me anymore,
but suffers me under its roof.
At night it will not sleep with me,
in the day it stares
with what appears to me to be
a pitying disgust.
Nothing I do pleases it.
It hates the food I offer.
I get no thanks for changing its litter.
It nags me with an impatient
swishing tail.
Did you die and reincarnate
as this furry, not so playful playmate?
I confess
when it is angry - claws out and hissing,
it is the very spitting image of you!
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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