Neutral

They fixed the cat today,

took away his essential cat-hood.

Now he cries at the door, hungry

and lonely.

I wonder if he knows they took the wind outta his sails

With scalpels and sedatives,

Or if he’ll go on thinking he’s cock-of-the-walk

The lady cats will know, though.

A once-proud lion-heart,

subverted by social convention and beneath-the-tail neutrality.

He won’t go chasing Blondie any more.

I wonder if he’ll chase anything.