Cats, evolution’s asshole
Trained terrors striped with malice
A natural selection of destruction

We are obsessed with their eyes
We make statues to their gold mysteries
And then they judge us

They look us dead in the eye
And claw the couch with a deliberate
Lazy patience

Yet, we love them
We curl them about our softest spots
We dote to their every need
Even dig for their shit like its ore