5 August 2012
Flat, under the mat
Like a pressed violet
In a lady's book
There is a vole.
It's body curled like a leaf
It's whiskers shorter than it's teeth
It's tail a thin, thin stem
It's legs crooked and condemned.
It is my gift to you
And you will hate it
I think it's wonderful
But you are stupid.
And I am great
For now concluded
I am your cat and the vole I gave you, you can't top that.
Gift To You, Love Cat • Opuss № I