Quietly through the streets I creep,
Pawsing to scratch behind my ears or bite a flea.
What’s that? Darting left, darting right,
I pounce! Oh sweet mouse,
Did you think to escape me?
Home. Scratch, scratch at the door.
I reward my human with a rub between the legs,
A soft rumble as she puts down the food.
I wash my face and jump in my human’s lap.
I rumble louder as she strokes me.
I butt her face with mine. She kisses me.
Humans are funny, but necessary.
I think I’ll keep mine.