Cat on a Hot Terracotta Housetop
(Canard)


As a canard
she slaps dignity square in the face,
and speedily pokes out the eyes of virtue.
Her words can be almost teasingly soothing,
yet, her smile is filled with the teeth of shark.

However,
it is not her bite of shinny white steel,
to be wary of…
Instead, it is her whining teary words of hurt and
pain and tragedy of heart –
the mistreatment…
“Oh the Trepidation…”
Her sweet song of obligation.

And like a cat which is unable to stand motionless
listen, and be saintly satisfied,
she digs her claws into the clay tile
and annoyingly howls for attention…