Patiently, cats eyed, alert and poised for action;
More than ready to eat, not greet, or fuss affectionately,
'She’busies herself with the important work
of savaging your rucksack straps;
‘He’, inspecting cupboards and wincing at draughts,
looks on, anticipating some small attention –
Yet once given, a disdainful shrug soon sees that off..
Playfully dangerous, exuding feline charm and allure
Each personality formed by the pursuits of Maslow.
Feed me, water me, toilet me, feed me, pay attention. Love?
All day they sleep like furry mobile book-ends.
By evening, demonic playtime will often ensue;
Manic theatrical leaps and pseudo-violent endeavour
to be replaced in an instant at the sound of an impending snack.
Purrfectly adorable, yet lethally ‘talonted’
Small facsimiles of eviscerative power
our stripy smiling assassins lie innocuous and still;
Their telepathic alertness, switching from deepest sleep
to instantaneous and righteous indignation at a sound:
Snap To!! Reminding us that, whilst we care,
our feline guests are but one mouthful from feral animosity..
They purr, not to say “Hello” or “Thank you for your kindness!”
but because they can. These sybaritic existentialists -
refugees of other worldliness, extensions of the moon,
replete with chirrups, meows, and other audio trickery.
Besides, if we knew we truly gave them pleasure
Then all power would evaporate and our love affair
With warm things bright and beautiful, would end!
Copyright © Martin McAreavey | Year Posted 2017
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