I see the signs of them on the deck furniture
A comfortable place to sleep.
I hear their sounds as they seek a mate
And leap from a roof too steep.
Their little paws are a reminder
Of a car with too much dust.
And scratches made when chases
Ensued from all that lust.
But now they've really got me mad
Presenting me with gifts
Of precious little birdies
Their little bodies stiff.
No, no, I tell them.
Please don't bring me this!
But they are arrogant in their love
And all I get is a hiss.
I guess they think if birds I like
Then birds are what I'll get.
And in their narcissistic way
Decide they'll be my pet.
Regis
On a good note, those cats will be here long after we're gone. ;-)
Ron
budd
to my face...with tears and question...what makes
a domestic cat, used to "exchange of feelings"
...return to the wild?
LOL, the humour in this sure suggests the reality. ;)