Sibby
They think they own me
But they don't
They think they control me
But they don't
They think they look after me
But they don't
I'm me
I know their ways
I know their faults
I know their sins
I know how to make them VERY angry
She doesn't like me sleeping on the kitchen work tops
He doesn't like me jumping on the record deck
They don't like me sitting on their heads
They try to give me orders
So...
I sharpen my claws on the new furniture
Bite his feet at 6 o'clock in the morning
(His language is terrible)
Lick strawberry yoghurt from the children's bowls
And
Just when she's relaxing in a deck chair, with a long, cold drink,
the radio on, a good book and a Mars Bar ice cream
I'll bring her a small gift
A round, plump, succulent sparrow - very scared, still half alive...
And I'll plop it on the ground, right at her feet
The noise is ghastly
But I've never topped the time
I left one fluttering behind the fridge.