The Neighbor’s Cat

Neighbor Cat

The neighbors have a cat that lives outside
as if it were an apex beast of prey,
evolved to wanton feats of avicide,
and tearing plants his collar pulls away
from trellises or tangles with the hose,
refining talons scoring post and gate,
depositing his shit between the rows
I look upon. I sometimes hate
the neighbor’s cat, who clearly has in mind
an uninvited tour inside my place.
In fact the cat is lovely, for its kind:
a silken white-and-black; a leap of grace.
But I don’t want to see his teeth or claws.
We call the species “house cat” with good cause.

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