That Cat

One of the cats looks at me
like he’d rip my face off
in an instant
given half a chance.

He’s a bond villain of a mog
lazy scarred right eye
and an ice cold
lipped curled snarl.

But his mew
high pitched and reedy
when food’s produced
belies any ambitions for world domination.

He scrans
we talk for a bit
then he scowls again
and fucks off.

 

 

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