Guarding the door,
Fierce little maincoon girl,
Self caged for a day,
Cats don’t get writers,
Our food is our desire to produce,
Most females desire sex for that!
I need nor sperm to develop a poem,
Just not to be bothered,
A howling cat female,
Young is annoying,
In the kitchen,
But in my office where breakfast is now,
Then a book to find and get in the mail,
Then back in her cage she goes,
When I return she can act the queen again.