Fiction/Poetry

Epigram for the Most Wretched of Creatures

My cat looks at me with such indiff’rence
I almost can’t abide
Yet turns on the charm and nuzzles my arm
when she wants to go outside
Why oh why do I live at her command
to serve and my pride debase?
When it’s terribly clear when I’m itching her ear
she’s just waiting to scratch off my face?

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