slice me open and climb inside explore and see what you find me? you won't see me deep inside I hide I come and go with the tide the pain comes in high and far back I go to where I reside I live among the ribs the heart is my moon but there's a patch in my ceiling the blood leaks in leaving this torn feeling it used to be made of tin but then a huge force broke it in I rebuilt with wood but it was just no good so I'm a nomad, I wander so watch where you step I might be down yonder ready to be your last breath I'll catch you in my trap of death you can beg and plead but there is no mercy here you need to bleed on your soul I have to feed you'll disappear with the rest don't you know this is only a test?
Just wait till he turns up, just let him show his face. Will he ever get a lesson on what not to do to a cat. Slide toward him as if unwilling and ever so slow on visibly offended paws, and no leaps or squeals at least to start. - Wislawa Szymborska