Cats In Sunlight

It is scratching currently, licking its bits.
I’m undecided on a lot of items,
However.
To decide on whether a cat is beauty or demon
Is an inappropriate clause I’d suggest?

She’s gone now,
Probably either to sleep, or kill.
That cat doesn’t play anymore.
They call bitchiness – catty;
Associated with fighting women I believe.
Actually,
I believe in few things now.
Although she is bringing it back,
Clawing away at my cold nights.
Cats’ eyes help in the road, by the way.

More to the point, cats do love.
So they’re not too different to us.
Three lions on a shirt?
We both bleed, we both hurt.
It is plain to me, we are not It.
It is plain to see, if you look.

Cats sulk, but they sleep more than us.
Possibly that is the key.
Some people resemble cats,
No one seems to resemble me.
Well, those who I have met.
Anyway,
They stretch and they scratch.
Maybe it is being mammals,
Why we match.

But you can see definite similarities
In certain mindsets.
Which convinces me there is more
Between us, and cats.