- Vol. 10
- Chapter 08
Musings of a Poetic Cat
You imagine me, curled like a comma
in your lap, the rumble of my purr,
your fingers stroking silky fur,
and wonder why I walk alone.
I greet you with a gentle head butt
following a successful hunt;
however, my gift is unappreciated,
you grimace and refuse to eat it.
You fail to understand that I was born
into feline aristocracy; a mouse, a bird,
a butterfly is a honourable oblation
to my surrogate family.
While on your lap, I hunt in dreams
for perfection in feline poetry.