Cat
CAT
The cat sets out to conquer the world
By deceit, discretion unfurled.
It glides through the town
With a scornful frown
And arrives at a beckoning door.
It sits so sedately and licks all its paws,
It makes sure its appearance is perfect.
With a hint of neglect
That makes you expect
That it never unravels its claws.
It sits there and waits
Till you open the gates
And quietly lowers its head.
Your heart melts so fast
As you bend down and clasp
A demon that seeks to be master.
Copyright © Lansell Taudevin | Year Posted 2018
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