The freezing olivine eyes
Of the domesticated wild cat strikes
Silence that reverberates in circles
Around endless metal bars, hugging
The black cat back to its forced existence
We ask how it too cries
With the choices it made
You sit, the back of your thighs sticking,
Accumulating the inherited fear
Of hierarchy
The seamless black coat
Of the black cat rubs back and
Forth, back and forth,
Forward, then the closest it can be to
You, to dizzy you,
Itself unaware that even a predator can be envious
We ask how it too cries
With the choices it made
