my poems

Cat

I never knew,

I could feel so weak.

Looking at you,

I stutter and squeak.

You made me this way,

with eyes like a cat,

gazing at it's prey.

Like I am the rat.

The soul's in the eyes,

but many don't see,

you built a disguise,

won't let it fool me.

It's as if people you meet,

are a mere meal.

Something you can freely eat,

like they can't feel.

Holding them in your arm,

ever close to your claws.

Saying their safe from harm,

then scratching without pause.