And then the cat gets into a snit.
After all these nights he has sat on one side of the glass door
while the coons are on the other side
and they all watch each other
peacefully like
until tonight when he gets into a snit
and growls and hisses and tries to be so big.
Who are you, George W Bush, I ask him
while I am also spilling some cat food on the floor to appease him.
The coons are still watching
nervousness in their eyes...
just like the poor watch Washington.
