Furball Rodeo or Kitty Gymkhana

Wait.

A toe will appear.
Or a tail.
Under the blue curtain.

Wait.

I'll pounce,
expand,
puffed fur,
in your cereal bowl
swim in
Wheaties,
to your despair.

My sister
is white,
pinked lips and
nose, unwary.
So unwary!
Lapping water
neatly
onto tongue.


Hug the ground
violence coiled,
shiver twice.
I roar!
Kimba the great
sailing,
airborne
defying Newton.

Gravity is for sissies.

She flees.
I chase!

POUNCE!
EXPLODE!

(SHE BITES!)

I FLEE!
ESCAPE!

Exile in
clothes hamper.
Very uncool.

The moral?

People who are good,
when they die,
return as cats.

People who are bad,
when they die,
come back owned by cats.