Go Away

I see, said he.

What do you want

of me?

To play

in my tree?

To speak softly

with glee?

To be in my face

rather than feeding me?

I have an answer to all

You, human, are my devotee

 

---

What shall I make of this?

Your camera bliss

You have run amiss

with your misplaced hubris

You created a crisis

A supreme antithesis

of sleep and rhyme

I shall need psychoanalysis

whatever the $%#@*&% that is

To end this ridiculousness

and find dreamy bliss

---

My paw is there

Pink, not square

Touch it with care

if you dare

I have claws under hair

sharpened warfare

Beware!

I surely am a scare

So say a prayer

be fully aware

and have great health care

---

We don’t see, said these two

We’re done with you

Please get a clue

Your presence much like stomach flu

Our eyes are closed anew

Playtime is through

So let’s review

Do not misconstrue

or make our world askew

Be tried and true

Go away, you