French Fry

If that greasy delight

can’t properly fit between

your whiskers and sharp claws,

then I will cut a Styrofoam cup in

two different islands of oasis.

An ocean of what the tap could allow,

to tame that scraggly pelt,

I would all but abate.

The other, cereal hurriedly crushed

with plastic fingers and a spoon,

not enough but still…enough.

Two Disappearing Acts

both vessels have grown legs,

had enough of the inanimate life.

Or our neighbors were feeling

especially imposing today.

Sorry I couldn’t hold the sanctuary

forever,

at least you got to the French fries,

not a crumb left.

Stalker

I see your furry, 9 inch. tail

desperately pretending not to tag along,

looks like I am going to McDonald's again.