Open the front door.
He’s watching and waiting.
He’s staring
His thought balloon is telling me,
Hey! Feed me!
You can’t touch me.
I don’t trust you.
But, I trust you will fill
My white paper plate.
I’m the mischievous meower.
I’m the alpha.
I got rid of all my competition,
The two others know they should stay away.
I’m the triumphant tabby
I’m your not so friendly feral feline.
Hey! Feed me!
Ethyl Haber
May 2021
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