Be like the cat!

They’re hunters, stalkers, scratchers, walkers, biters, killers, dire talkers.

Their paws, their claws, their dagger maws; destruction, death and doom they cause!

They prowl, they meowl, they howl, they scowl; figure fair, ambition foul.

Not circumspect, they don’t reflect, they don’t look back, they just attack!

They gobble ants, scratch your pants, they even eat your favorite plants!

Dead mouse, dead bat, dead snake, dead rat, dead bird, my word!

Cats howl at the moon, not in the mirror!

You

Your shame is dead, your guilt is killt. The old you died, its blood is split.

Your thrill, your pact, your will to act, your goal, your whim, your wish, your fact.

Cast your voodoo, do what you do, take what’s yours, what’s coming to you.

Your hands, your eyes, your speech, your guise. You breach their spies and take your prize.

Do it now, your final act, your last hurrah, your last at bat.

What to do?
Be like the cat!