June 11th 2010 10:01 am
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I was reading again. How's this one?

I am tired of being a poem-object,
decorative accessory, conversation piece,
exterminator, security blanket: I am CAT!
Show me the law that ranks scribble above these,
the decree that keeps your dish on the table, mine on the floor.
From now on you will consider
my image not as befurred stereotype
but as we are: equals sharing
a single habitat for convenience.
As for those constant put-downs
(from your lap, for example;
into the cellar, for example)--
no way!
It is time we totally changed our relationship.
I will write the poems;
catch your own mice if you can.
Betty Lowry