House-cat

I am a fat house cat, 

sitting at my window,

and looking out

with smart little eyes

at all those portly pale humans

slowly zooming along

 in their oversized chevy's

on their segways, or on little legs

toddling for the next great hunt

that wild and free cheeseburger

and I know that they 

might put me down someday,

So today I give them hell.

My revenge, 

my furry little rebellion.

I poop-scoot the carpet,

then scratch up their precious couch,

and they'll be mad,

 and possibly,

they will try to take me down sooner,

and no one will say a word on my behalf

except the children, with big eyes 

and hopeful hearts, 

who laugh at my antics,

who appreciate me for who I am, 

and not for what they want from me.

But, ah yes, today. Oh no, I cannot die today

For today, I am king.