One of Us is Dreaming

You there! Voyeur! How do you think this ends?

As you stand there, pretentious, on your ugly feet?

My mistress lies bare for your leering eyes,

Dreaming her rough human hide, feels as sleek as me.

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And how fortunate for her that would be,

To wear the regal fur of a superior species,

Silky smooth, like butter on a hard roll!

It might be enough to make me desire her!

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No. For all her mewling, stroking and grooming,

She is but a serf, like you, born to do my bidding.

If she serves me well, I gift her with my scent,

Gliding, purring, rubbing – while the mood lasts.

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Still, she believes I am hers, like this foolish canary

That I am forced to tolerate at times like these,

When we “play” together, for her enjoyment.

“Cute,” it would seem, means to defy Nature's rules.

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But this day, she has slipped into slumber,

Dreaming, no doubt, of being my Queen.

Are you squeamish, Voyeur?

On this night, “Mister Cheeps” mysteriously disappears.

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In my defense, Ray said we should have fun with it! Thanks for reading! Here's a link to the Unofficial Challenge: