Cats Part Two

Watching three cats Watching three cats gamboling along Looking at me While I look at them Each wondering what sort of weird creatures The other is And who is the real alien species? three cats ready to go three cats at play they look out at the world and they are ready they are born hunters they are hungry they are restless and they want to escape from the house to chase birds squirrels and other cats That's the cat's life after all they tolerate us humans only because we feed them But at heart they are wild things and wild things need to be free Looking Out My Window I look out my window On the parking lot And see the mad cat That lives underneath the apartment house And look out at the park Thinking of taking a walk The cat looks at me Kindred spirits perhaps Retired waiting to die Watching Cats Hunt Early morning Watching two white cats Hunting a white dove The cats hunt in pairs Tracking the bird The bird flies away Safe for now And I think about the cats And the hunt goes on Such is life And the fate of cats And birds Cats April 19 Cats I often wonder about Cats What do they think of us It seems at time That cats think of humans As their slaves We exist to feed them To comfort them To save them from their enemies And to worship them Yes cats are an alien species Totally different from humanity Detached, and almost evil If we ever encounter an alien civilization God help us if it’s a cat based civilization We would then be engaged In the epic mother of all wars As cats and humans would not get along The cats would think we were their slaves And we would resent and fear them And secretly worship their alien ways