The Cat

It sits, thinking.
What shall I do today?
Shall I tie my hair up silly?

It stands, staring, into the fridge,
Looking for nothing
and finding it, in my head.

He is a man, and
crouched, boylike and
staring infinitely livid,
fills my space.

It does not know
What he wants.
And, not knowing what to do,
I do nothing.