Great Cat Moo
is wild today,
rushing, airily, through the laundry
toward freedom
and away
from the imposition
of catmeat,
supplied. Enjoyed, yes, but hardly required by such a
perfect feline mechanism.
the aviary birds are taken
in his mind,
bitten quite in half,
the stupid
creatures.
Did they not know?
It matters not.
The morning itself was fair warning.
We are all of us predated.