A dedicated sun worshipper in the Costa del Sol,
our kit stretched out on the kitchen table,
normally his viewing platform -
his tail flicked into a frenzy
his throat issuing feral noises
while the flock of actual feral pigeons outside
bicker and joust, parry and lunge
pivot and strike, block and retreat,
flamboyant in their scattering of bird seed,
oblivious to his prying cries.
If you want a carefree breakfast
approach him from behind,
whispering sweet nothings in his ear
extracting him swiftly from his suntrap
before he reads your intentions.
Cover wrists with sleeve cuffs
and be prepared for the box in the ear,
yours this time,
that will probably ensue...
He looks guilty!
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