You have found the basket
And made it your home,
Eyes peeking above the edge
Hidden from the world;
A lion’s play.
Your claw marks on the door
Announcements to come in –
At will
Our price for your company.
Along with the vet bills,
Rejected food,
Stray hair,
And fur balls.
And then it’s time to leave or not.
You decide.
Another stroke to remind you,
With arching back,
That this human is yours,
Has your scent.
Your food.
Your back.