Cat Ass Trophy
My reckoning of how many
times I've leaned down to advise her
sours
my disposition; for heaven's sake,
do you want to hear those mighty descending wings
from the nocturnal sky? She glowers,
having no imagination, I guess,
and continues her pitiful begging to go out
and take her chances during the darkening hours
An owl will, believe me, WILL swoop down
and pick you, you tasty morsel, as if
you were nothing heftier that one of our flowers
growing outside the door, in whose midst you slink and creep;
These owls are big with talons sinking deep
they'll carry you to a treetop, disembowelers
these owls are, your nemeses;
You don't want to find yourself with great ease flying upward
by surprise, my pussy, to be sliced, diced, and devoured!
Like talking to a catter-wall,
at night a different creature;
She persists! "Mee-ow, Mee-OW, ,MEE-OW!" Hers
to learn the hard beak way, but not on this watch!
Her bones and parts shan't be reduced to pellets, trophies
dropped under the Tamarack's peaceable bowers!
No is NO, my furryfriend, reckon thyself lucky;
Yea, and compose and confine thyself;
not to be an owl's, your howls and bowels are ours!
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