House-play

Like children, you are always getting into “things;”

At 2 in the morning, it’s time to exercise.

One does laps around the room while the other one sings,

yowling tunes with high-pitched notes; why am I surprised?

 

With sharp pointed ears and pink triangle noses,

your resemblance to the devil is not just in looks.

Your feet even have pointy white pricks on your toes

which you like to sharpen on my shelf full of books.

Little house tigers you’re Godzillas at times,

Especially when there is no food in your dish.

The feline yelling starts, but mostly Link whines.

Luna just tries to get Grumpy Gills, the fish.

 

My little children, I don’t really know why,

but when you cuddle, it’s all just... never mind.

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