My cat’s eyes are apple green,
Glowing in the sunlight as this reclining buddha
Displays his fluffy belly on
My tiny urban balcony. He chaffs at the
Tree-caged birds. Their meaty fruit
And hidden giblets taunt him; they stand
apart – safe. He and I, we
Watch them together as I eat
My own tea. He stares – the
Unfairness of it all. I smile
Back, apologetic, and
Reach for the treats. He will spit,
Spit, SPIT them out
When he finds they’re the
Diet ones. He’ll be off in a flash of fur and teeth.
Inspired by Charles Simic’s Watermelons
On the fruit stand.
We eat the smile
And spit out the teeth.