If I were to pick a cat for myself I think I would want a tiger
With long whiskers and large velvet paws
And a smile on his face which reveals the true satisfaction
He finds with his place in the world, bearing a royal title,
Or just satisfaction from his last meal,
Clad in colors which truly could only look appropriate on the body
Of a lithe, muscular athlete of a cat,
So perfect of body that his feet make no sound
Because the ground dare not respond to the imprint of his paws
Lest the night awake and realize the danger
Slinking between the low bushes, the blackness
Reflected in the shadows of his tiger heart, a snake slithering
Down the smooth bark of the jungle tree,
And our tiger cat full from his dinner
Of whatever kibble the jungle might offer.
If I could have a tiger, how envious would people be?
Parting the sidewalk, as I walk my pet
Proudly down the avenue, cars flashing their brights,
Policemen stopping traffic to let me pass, Escalades
Pulling to the side, drivers lowering their cellphones
Their mouths agape at the majestic jungle cat
Striding toward them with his kittie on a leash.
I shake my mane in disdain as I stride down the sidewalk.
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