Wild House Cat
Little cat,
how sleek and glossy is your pelt
like a lithe Cheetah you stalk my ankles,
always ready to leap upon them,
a shared domesticity has made them
your natural prey.
Soon I will fill your bowl
with the meat of a great animal,
that in the wild
would certainly trample your lithe body
into the hard earth.
After you have fed and licked your chops
I will run my fingers through your tail,
we shall purr together,
watching a TV documentary,
a show about lions in the Serengeti -
hunting fleeing cheetahs.
Then off to bed.
In the morning,
you can pounce on my back
as if I were a sleeping lion.
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