I am the catman that dogs don\'t like.
Haughty aristocrat of the rooftops.
Wolves run in packs to submit
to a capricious mistress...
I have neither an owner nor a leash
to dictate when I can go out
to leave a scented message .
Poor lovers always ready to forget my infidelities...
Curled up behind the drawn curtains ,
peacefully purring ,I gaze upon this peculiar world ,
tapestry of dangerous emotions
that I struggle to understand
Why love is like a tame animal that we feed
with habits instead of a bowl of kibble ...
Only gullible poodles would fall for stories like that !
Sometime I dress like a gentleman .
I close the door carefully and take the elevator .
On the groundfloor miss janitor greats me respectfully .
\'\' Good morning Mister Katz ! \'\'
I reply politely .I know she works for the health department.
Her pussy always looks at me strangely...
I like to blend me with the crowd that doesn\'t recognize me
and don\'t label me as a social case...
some swim in circles in the aquarium .
Others dance on the gutters ...
there are so many ectoplasms weeping
on the couch of the soul\'s doctor...
The cured existentialist become a romantic poet
and the well-behaved children will throw peanuts
at Franz Kafka behind its bars ...
I am the catman who doesn\'t wear a star of infamy
and don\'t trust in the salvation of the cross...
I chose the parodoxical difference .
But I get the feeling that the neighborhood tomcats
are wary of me ...