…and the cat wins again
I pick it up, he knocks it down,
my desk is clean, I turn around,
there’s cat hair wedged within the keys
and claw marks decorate my knees.
He chews upon my tortured desk,
with muddy paws he scars the rest.
My phone is pushed onto the ground
its once white keys now dirty brown.
I cringe — he’s sharpening his claws,
there’s nothing left for him to maul!
He sits so I can’t see my screen…
and nonchalantly starts to preen.
As if to say, “I win again,”
his eye betray a vengeful grin,
for he has much to celebrate…
there’s nothing left to decimate.