Cinnamon's June Poem

So, an ode is supposed to be in praise of something. I was totally planning on writing something profound and majestic. That's not exactly how it turned out...

A BREAK-UP ODE TO A FERAL TOMCAT

You showed up one day looking hungry

And hot and thirsty to boot. 

I gave you some water,

You became a squatter,

And all 'cause I thought you were cute. 

You rub up against my ankles,

Like you have some claim on my heart. 

I may overrate you

And try not to hate you

But only when we are apart. 

When I'm in the garden you stalk me.

You pounce on me under the trees

I try to act cool

But you're playing the fool

And your dander is making me sneeze.

You fight every night for my glory.

Machismo echoes through the air.

Would you still do it                           

And put yourself throughout it            

If you knew that I really don't care?

Somehow you've mistaken my kindness

For affection and fidelity.

So it's time that you know,

When we first said hello,

I thought that you were a she.

I trip over you when I go out.

Your hair's my new accessory.

How do I tell you, 

I wish I could sell you

When I know that there's no one but me?

I'm leaving you, cat.  It's over.

I won't bother saying goodbye.

Even if I said it, 

I don't think you'd get it,

And you might expect me to cry. 

So go find another softie.

There are many, I hear, in Quebec.

No regrets and no tears,

Your yowl hurts my ears.

Just don't be here when I get back.