A cat on the wall
I see him on my wall
burly and brown
whiskers long and grown.
The cat on my wall
sits tight on the wall
stares at me fiercely
am an intruder truly.
Sits there for long almost tired
unhappy as his wall is shared
I too, for my part, sit there tired
unhappy as my wall is shared.
Anger brews and fury rises
seen in the cat’s eyes
found in a sparkle bright
emits an animosity straight.
I control my temper with not ease
feel bad as if I am teased
want to drive the cat out
he an illegal occupant all throughout .
The cold war lasted for a while
both of us indignant in style
I chastizing him for his intrusion
he mumbling against my intervention.
All things have to come to an end
in a way or another one has to bend
so did the cat with a bow
understood, no one is a bitter foe.