My cat wanders the nights
Of the sublunar world of shadows
Where lessers creatures betrayed
By the existence of their bodies
Fell To the cat’s evil
Residing in its need to play
By cat’s accident of being
The absentee predator
They lose what they once had.
So I made up an narrative that
The cat spends the night
Tossed from room to room
In the full thrall of the curse
As it loudly complaints
In the white light of living room
Asks to be relieved of its curse
By tossing its fate among
Creatures smaller and bigger.
Yet, we chose our curse more carefully
And die in darkness of our game.
