Cat thinks this is his own world. Why else
would he silently stalk a single sparrow
waiting to teach him a final feathered lesson
about territory? Why hiss at intruders?
Cat chooses the sun-spot on the stone wall,
surveying the garden plot. An uninvited feline
is quickly dismissed with a stretch,
ruffled fur and bared teeth.
A mere human gardener is ignored,
a bird above, or a bee’s flight
is observed with one lazy eye,
a stupid spider crushed, released
Cat forgets to stay alert, yawns, sleeps,
dreaming of sardines, licking his lips.
There are things Cat doesn’t understand.
He is mine; it is my garden.
But, he can have his dreams.