If that greasy delight
can’t properly fit between
your whiskers and sharp claws,
then I will cut a Styrofoam cup in
two different islands of oasis.
An ocean of what the tap could allow,
to tame that scraggly pelt,
I would all but abate.
The other, cereal hurriedly crushed
with plastic fingers and a spoon,
not enough but still…enough.
Two Disappearing Acts
both vessels have grown legs,
had enough of the inanimate life.
Or our neighbors were feeling
especially imposing today.
Sorry I couldn’t hold the sanctuary
at least you got to the French fries,
not a crumb left.
I see your furry, 9 inch. tail
desperately pretending not to tag along,
looks like I am going to McDonald's again.