DOG to CAT

 

Small;
Fussing, hissing, whine thing;
Halt in your leaps and bounds
And let me bite you!
The sanctuary of your tree will not last,
For like me, you too must sleep indoors.
So loyal I will be and wait,
Howling to my world that I have treed you,
You furry tyrant.

-Elisabeth Spalding


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