As a gentle graceful cat I tiptoe, carefully,
Into the house of the Dog,
The stench of death is overwhelming.
The joy in hurting others beyond my heart.
No other cats frequent this place nor should they.
Old and tired dogs sit at the door woefully,
Allowing the gentle cats in like angels go to God,
But this is the place of poor dreaming.
This is the time of the desparate.
For the end of my visit is the end of the day.
A gentle cat must be careful in the house of the Dog