Felix Is Dead

Felix is dead I have a tail, huge teeth Which I only use for food I love the pack leader I walk with him each day But I’ve heard a rumour Someone new is coming to stay I bite through toys and My jaws rip them apart I wouldn’t hurt fly unless It hurt my heart, and doubt Is now rising, because I am Number one. I won’t give this up My tail arcs like a scorpion I swagger when I walk, but I know a change is coming A strange human and female Biggest I’ve ever seen, holding A cage and the smell is making me Mean. A face through the bars, make My heckles rise, a meow cry I snarl and stare in its eyes Cats. The boss holds it, tells Me to be calm, only because He’s the leader, I don’t rip It from his arms. My tail wags At first I play gently, allow it a tap I nudge it with my nose, but The green envy rises when it Sits on the leader’s lap, my lips curls My tongue slathers, my eyes narrow I sneer, wait til we’re all alone. Everybody’s gone an empty house It hisses and it arches as I circle The cat can’t look away, or else I will snap, I’ll never forgive the Smugness sitting on my leaders lap. I pounce and flatten, ten times its size And as I close my jaws, I look in its eyes. I scrape at the earth, until a hole is dug And I pick its lifeless body from the rug They’ll be sure it escaped, climbed Over the fence and wait its return. I’ll be a terribly subdued and stare At the door. Again, I’ll be the favourite, Pats on my head, they’ll never guess Flex has demised, yes Felix is dead! David Cox 20/05/22