Tabby Tales
Man builds pyramids and gilded cities.
Sends starry ships to haunt the moon.
My tabby frequents back-alley parties
In two pairs of orange striped boots.
Man has concocted earth-bending bombs.
Magical pills to keep us happy and beating.
My tabby just prefers a star-studded romp.
Then a long vigorous scratch and a feeding.
Man twists his mind with his purpose in life.
Tiptoes along the cliffs of a nuclear blitz.
My tabby stalks and paws at a tiny red light
Cares little about the meaning of his 9 lives.
Though quite smelly-aloof and indifferent.
He cares nothing about race, gold, or politics.
He scratched my cherry headboard to shreds.
His soul is very pure and without prejudice.
Year-round he plays a trickster saint Nick.
Leaves homemade mice upon my porch
At times he barfs up Picasso-looking things
Still, I tend to his bowl and carry his torch.
He flashes his furry bum in front of company.
His litter box is quite the opposite of sweet.
But I'd rather hang out with my orange tabby.
Than any sneaky two-faced human being.
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