My cat has feathers.
He's evolved.
His tail has split,
Or else he's grown another.
He flits about up in the trees,
His scissored tail snips the air behind him.

And now atop a high-line pole,
He sneers down and drops
The words he's cut with his tail.
He despises all mankind,
Their lack of wings, their one mere life,
Their inability to change.

-jenn