animal power

Animal Power.

The cat, on the terrace, is black and it isn’t mine,
it used to run away when it saw me,
now it ignores me, wants the terrace for itself and
waits for me to go back in, but I defy its unspoken
dislike and stay there as long as I want to.

I don’t stay very long, no point hanging about just
to prove that’s it’s my terrace; it’s not like a tiger,
jaguar, panther or a cheetah, no, it’s a regular feline
that I can’t get to like me, It’s really pathetic, but
the animal makes me feel like a loser.