Fat Farm Cat

cross-eyed feline
comes around from time to…
time to feed him now
all he does is eat
but he’s a proven hunter
slaying mice and rats
and eggs from the
frying pan
if we’re not fast enough
to shoo him away
thankfully he stays away
from the chickens
and the raw eggs
he prefers
his eggs
with butter
and toast.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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