Cities and suburbs, real and imaginary.

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Sonnet #5

The cats, remember, never keep good faith
Who feeds it is who keeps it is who's loved
A lot of what we think of as their place
Is what they think that they shall rule above

The rub upon the leg is mark of owner
The mewing yowl is dinner time demanded
Servants of the fur must never waiver
The creature's shameless once it has absconded

Consider this a warning, beloved canine,
Your nemesis is only here for food
She does not love, no matter how you whine
She'll only pretend to like you in a mood

The moment passed, the claws lash out the howl
So never trust the invitational meow

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