Grrrr

Growling at the edge of snap

crackle

firelightning flittering off the edges of time

where

the dangerous pussy cat of the soft city

wants to regress into black and white stripes

a candy mass to swamp over the annoying little children

but

just so much Sweet the war

is

to growl or hug, cuddle or shove the ambidextrous

way of parenthood, take and give

plate the need to take up spoonerisms like

cherish every day

and the whack out loud and hard theory.

Braided into one tight confusing knot

the need to claw, hiss, pull, push, protect, squash

Grrrrr.