By Peter Kovarik
(His Majesty King Misha)
In his youth at home, the cat rebelled and was punished.
Angry kick gashed his body, door closed behind.
The life that barely started almost ended.
Coyote’s fangs tore into his body, cars tossed him around
Hunger raked his guts with pain.
Samaritans saved his life but robbed him of his manhood.
Then sent the homeless beggar back to street.
There he was again - showered with pity, but pilfering food.
Cry of pain and scratch on the door broke all silence of the night.
When the friendly home opened its doors that night,
a limping creature walked in from the dark, more ghost than a kitty.
With plenty of love and care, and no questions asked
the cat’s ninth life kicked in with the vigor of health and charm
His Majesty now rules the house with a strong will and paw,
basking in everybody’s obedience and worship. After all, his face says it all.
