A Poem Written by My Cat

These humans are quite useful at times

But they sit on my couch, the worst of crimes.

I allow them to live in my house

And on occasion I’ll bring them my prized mouse.

I want outside but make them wait by the door,

Because in a moment I’ll want in once more.

I could easily live on my own

But why should I when they feed me on a throne?

Why do humans insist on picking me up?

I'm not some cuddly pup.

I have lethal weapons for paws.

And I'm not afraid to use them no matter the cause.

No I am not interested in that thing

It’s merely a piece of fabric dangling from string.

I wish to sleep away the day

And yes upside down is how I prefer to lay.