Timothy; inscrutable sphinx,
Last night I heard your cry
In battle; fiercely it rang,
Shocking the summer night!

And the murmur of a soft
Caressing love song to the
Tantalizing Siamese;
The preening Persian and your
Small, fair bourgeois cousin.

Did you learn their hearts?
Did you triumph; did your foe
Retreat, ignominiously
In black despair?

Oh, to have been born a cat
With great green eyes!
Calm, cool and so elusive
None might see when I am broken
By defeat or riding
On the highest wings of victory!

And I should lap my milk
With condescension that it is
Not cream, and groom my coat
And yawn... in utter boredom
With the world, and go to sleep.