Yes he is a cat

Changeable, fickle

Stroked only when he wishes

When his back arches to your touch

Sees you when he likes, or

Stares impassively into the middle distance

Eats when it’s just what he wants

But can choose to starve.

Snubs you when he wishes

And fucks indiscriminately

 He has no owners

She writes the cat in love with a man

I could write, a man that thinks he is a cat

this poem was inspired by Melanie Rees