CATS—TWO OF A KIND
Two cats in the very same room,
Both are in pain we assume…
Both are in need
Of rest and feed,
So who must go mousing til noon?
The both of them on the edge,
Ready to wield a sledge…
Or pop out those claws
Hidden in paws,
But each has the other in pledge.
Together they manage to function,
Despite destructive compunction…
‘Tis only loves
Not in boxing gloves,
Kept safe by Divinely led unction.