Dinnertime

Feed me! Feed me!
If you do not heed me,
I will bite and scratch you,
Thought I might not dispatch you.
Footsteps! Footsteps!
I hear footsteps!
Is that my meal’s approach?
Could it be toasted roach?
Candied mice?
Roasted lice?
WHAT IS IT? WHAT IS … ew.
What is this gross disgust?
Looks like it’s made of rust!
Dry and crunchy,
That’s no munchie
For this pretty kitty!
My palate’s too divine for two legs.
So I’ll stroll on my sleek four legs
Off the floor
And out the door.
Fresh air in my face!
Masters, just give up the chase!
What is that smell?
A lovely smell!
Gasp! Sewer rats galore!
They will soon know what’s in store.
I slink up close in hunter’s crouch.
Wait for it … then I
POUNCE!
Yummy, yummy, yummy,
No red eyes gleam in my tummy!
Silly Masters! You didn’t think
I survived upon the brink
Of starvation? (I can’t eat that food!)
You did? Well, that’s just rude!