Cat

Caged and crying, in the car,

It’s to the vet we’re bound,

To have her cut and opened up,

Her fertile womb unwound.

For weeks now she’s been crying fast.

The morning cry, the noon shout,

Not a quiet hour, a moment’s pause,

An earnest honest calling out.

This animal that is like our child

Those first three noisy years.

Just me me me me me me me,

And underfoot and under ears.

Nothing we do could satisfy

Her desperate urgent plea,

So it’s off we go now to the vet.

An afternoon, a moment’s pause

We’ll have her quiet yet.

But what is it that we want from her,

Our soft and purring pet?

She’s made to breed, to make more cats,

It’s the primal urge, the reason that

We are on this earth.

We live to love, to make more life.

It’s what we want and what we get,

Her earnest honest love.

She’s quiet now, sleeps on laps,

Loves us still despite that trip,

Loves us more I think for it.

It’s all we’ve left her with.