Cat spies centipede
Poised contemplatively on the rim of her tin.
Centipede, after greeting cat:
I don’t know enough to make the right choices!
You don’t know enough to advise me.
We’re drifting, we’re guessing.
But I can’t keep doing things the same old way.
This deadly fungus I wear on my back that glows in the dark,
It’s not me anymore.
It’s coming off!
Cat:
Well, you’re right. What works for me won’t work for you.
But take that fungus off
And you won’t be seen on the path.
People will step on you when they relieve themselves at night. . .
Centipede:
I’ve seen you let your master hold your face
Affectionately in his hand like an apple.
You know you are loved,
So you catch the mouse and willingly eat from the tin
Even though, as you have mentioned many times
My friend,
Pharoh’s palace flashes on your retina
When you close your eyes!
Don’t you want to be back
In the jungle
Where your ancestors made their home well before
They were keeping pests out of the temple?
What is your glowing fungus, my domesticated brother?
Cat:
Leave me out of your discontent.
I am well off, but
Nature loves you.
If you do something for love of yourself and your kind
Nature will notice.
Maybe it will be the new thing!
Centipede:
Thanks for your support.
Besides, I’m at the bottom of the food chain;
I’m the decider.
With that centipede finds a way to remove the fungus
From his back
And cat eats him without a thought.