Is it the feline fancy I may have?
Fascination with peace, balance, tranquility, and grace
Have they already found Nirvana?
With slit eyes they, that only I accomplish induced,
See through walls and hear crumbs fall.

Majesties shall have the finest! No matter what the cost!
Let prices of corn rise than soar
As I shall budget and forget my own needs
And shop the dirty whore of greed and capitalization!

Will it be Ocean Fish and Carrots with Shrimp Scampi on the side?
Or perhaps lamb served with au jus and a spot of red wine?
“Meow.  I’ll have it now, whatever it may be
 and then go lick me bum to prepare for me nap.”

Shade up meow or do you prefer resting ever so lazily
amongst airy goose down feathers in a dim lit room
 As the imitated breezes tickle your whiskers?
“Meow. I’ll have it now, whatever it may be
And when I arise I shall take a stretch.”

Shall the stretch take place on the balcony
 with birds chirping while deep chimes resonate your soul?
Or across the cool leather chair with a visit from Chopin and his piano?
“Meow. I’ll have it now, whatever it may be
And when I’m ready I will look for your lap for one more nap”

Or this may be my predestination with mirrors surrounding
Life is eternal with new beginnings
I may some day reap for my pain
To forgot what I have now? Not!
I will soon, too, lick my plate clean and run for crumbs!

-Leah Whitman