POETRY

LITTERBOX

Resplendant, you are
freshly cleaned
clean, smelling of baking soda
dare I to trod
where paw has not yet gone?

Crunchy litter between pads
sweeter than softest dirt
sweet to each sniff
do other eyes see
as I explore your terrain?

Scratching of claws
the powder dust rises
powdery clouds of incense
is this the sign
to sanctify my wanting?

Oh yes, mine now
all mine
humans look on
their frustration...
my satisfaction.