Prospero Protecting his Hoard
My kitty growls when he is given food
He loves. He can’t control himself. Nope. He
Curmurs and hisses. Really he is rude
To those who feed him, goes into a spree
Of crude expletives, hunkers down and grabs
A mouthful just in case I try to take
The salmon from him. Then he picks up slabs
Of it and puts them on the floor. A shake
He gives his agitated, selfish tail
Reminds me that he doesn’t have a shred
Of conscience in him. He’s a perfect male
Without one single sweetness in his head.
..He growls and hisses, claws down hard, and spits.
….He learned this at his mother’s milky tits.