Ode To Kitten

by Luke Otley

You bastard you bastard,
you predator gnawing at my sock –
there’s flesh under there, blood skin
nerves and pain,

I see the way you look at me,
you know I’m lily livered
I ought to rap your tiny skull
with my knuckles
I ought to Chinese burn
your tiny neck,
I’ll just take it masochistically
you bastard
flying over my sleeping face

I bet I looked peaceful
before you
I bet I knew peace
before we met,
screaming ball of wanton fur
at five am
fishing in my water

through blear eyes helpless
I watched it fall
like all good and vicious empires,
you diving away
like geurilla, like martyr,
with paws over your ears
smiling your
bastard kitten smile

goddamn you