A Dogs Cat
the challenge of keeping a cat
is managing the vocabulary
so we dance standing still
sparring sparrow and canary
trading shallow gutless will
for what we both would rather
she finds the pain to give
her claws drawn and gathered
her sword is buried
with wildest creed
while I on bended knee
loser geese set her free
now I know but misery
spotless debris her grin
night sow back the shadow
we know who is the friend
and who plays the banjo
if she were a valiant being
she would rear and paw the air
like a plastic monkey on a string
she would leave us in despire
now she sleeps on her throne
while i lick my ozzing chewing
at last i can enjoy my bone
while she dreams of crazy ruining
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