Warden
We've built a lovely prison
for our cats, full of soft
and pillowed surfaces and
squares of sunlight splashed
across the floors. Whole
baskets full of catnipped
diversions litter every
corner, and still they loiter
near the door, looking for
small chances to break into
the wilds of our backyard,
and we do our best to play
the prison guard, to hold
the line and separate the
safe from the uncivilized.
No point in meowing, you
are staying inside with your
box for pooping and your
processed foods- a warm
harbor, my pets, where you
have the names we gave
you, and where you won't
be needing those claws.
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