Mister Catman

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 ...