PUSSYCAT JEKYLL & TIGER HYDE

Do you want to make amends
My little huntress, my Tiger Hyde?
Do you want to make amends
For your red-clawed savagery?

The wisp of feather clinging to your chin,
The wild gleam in your yellow eyes,
Betray your guilt.
Do you want to make amends?

You cannot comprehend
My ingratitude for this mid night gift.
Announced with triple
Tell-tale trophy yowl.

‘Do we not feed you?’ I scold,
And hold the lifeless still warm body.

Deprived of your sport, Tiger Hyde,
Your interest wanes and dies.

You sleep, and change to
Pussycat Jekyll, with your ‘Feed me’ miaow
And your innocent, butter-wouldn’t-melt,
Purring, pawing and rubbing.

Now I torment you,stroking,
Tickling, keeping you waiting.

Gathering your moulting fur,
So soft and downy
Fine enough to line a nest.

I let some drift in the passing breeze
Giving you a chance
To make amends.