- Vol. 10
- Chapter 08
It is I who is watching You,
yes, You of the Humankind
with the funny playthings, the black box, the blinding flash of light.
It is I who tire of your cheap tricks
with the rubber fish, the shaky promise of feline fare in tins, your phony meowing
to lure me to do as you wish,
to stand still, to pose
for your pleasure, wrapping us in Human costume;
I'm no spectacle!
It is I who arch my back, who growl, who hiss, who scratch
your velvet, your plaid, your leather, your wood, your canvas.
It is You who despair, who plead, who beg, who implore
when I withhold head-bunting, rubbing, rolling, purring.
It is I who decide
to do as I wish, I'll sit and stare if I so desire
to skulk, to leave, to prowl, to steal.
be quiet, leave me in my space or else—
Your pearls, your silver, your silk will be shredded to seeds!