This Cat is a Landmine
He likes to spy on the guests
from behind the kitchen door,
waiting until they are sitting on his couch
to vengefully scratch their hands.
His tail swings from side to side
as he carries his stuffed mouse toy
into his grey, wooden cat house.
He pounces on little girls
as they walk to school
and bites little boys’ ankles
if they dare to whistle aloud.
I found ripped sketchbooks once
though I had not seen him for days.
He dislikes even other cats
or perhaps they avoid him,
I’m sure they too have the knowledge
that this cat is a deadly mine.