cats

The cat drank
Little
Of the milk
Tasting the arsenic
Beyond the silk
It purred
Only briefly
Self satisfied
It had not
Swallowed
The guardians lies
The cat sipped briefly
Of the milk
Though hounds had gathered
In plain sight
Howling at the moon it
Owned,
It smiled to itself
Another night
For I am content
And not all spent
I can cipher webs
Which link deceit
As I tiptoe on my street
My fur it rises
In midnight breeze