Despite a rain that beat upon the ground
So hard it bounced,
Despite a strong breeze under skies that frowned,
My very inconsiderate cat announced
Repeatedly
His need to go outside. And so he flounced
Right out the door with intrepidity
As soon as I
Answered his pleas, you think? Hardly! No, he
Just gazed out on the scene, then gave the lie
To his intent
By wandering off, far from the wind’s harsh sigh.
Such was the sign that I had his consent
To close the door.
This episode, repeated, quickly bent
Room temperature south by ten degrees or more,
To my dismay.
Wimp and his unpaid lackey. Call it war –
A cold war, I shan’t hesitate to say.