I am not going to come down
Get into your lap,
Smile or play,
I won’t be a good cat today.

No, I don’t want to eat
From the bowl,
Or sip the milk
You’ve kept ready for me, ‘Silk’.

You thought I always loved you
When I purred,
Or licked your feet-
Oh! no, that’d be mere weak.

I so wanted to break free
From the leash,
Yes, always
And deceived you with pleas.

Today, I will hunt my own food
With paws,
And wait, till
I find a partner to mate.

I have high hopes to flee
Yes, I have to
If not today, in
One of the nine lives to live.

Yes, I know it isn’t the day
Today you’ll get me,
I’ve to come down
Today is mere a sojourn.

This was written for a poetry contest in March’12 from Writing Raw! and I won the contest.

I am linking this poem to dversepoets – FormForAll – Sprung Rhythm .

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