O' bus stop cat, how willingly
you throw yourself upon my feet,
with yellow eyes a' glinting,
soft white belly exposed with the
expectations of some selfelss
offering!
Nay, he demands it! When the morsel
doth not come forthwith, behind his smooth
pads, pinkish and unthreatening,
five tiny raptor-like razors, become
unleashed in a rabid fury, although in
his heart of hearts it's all for show,
for bus stop cat cares not for you,
The clouds may burst and the sky may
fall, but on to the next lover he will
roam - indifferently as always -
for the next best thing.
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