Meat Off My Bone

The cat and sun sat happily,
though a frost had nipped its tail
Twas only when it spied my
steps
That cat let out a wail

In hissing snarls...it loves me not,
And I care... not a jot
That fearsome thing shows no
respect and is always thankful
Not

So go I say, I'll not make you stay
Go back to places known, for no
love here is offered you though,
You shall have meat off my bone

But I do not need reminders
In the mirrors of black cat
For I know that we are twins of
soul and you cannot argue that

Both hissing snarling creatures
Still miffed with all alone, and for
that...
Black devil in disguise
You shall have meat from my bone

M P 2/11/21