Richard brought me
a rat
which he killed himself
with his sneaky hands,
A rat as stiff as a plank  
I throw them outside
as if they were hot potatoes
Streaked with cuts and blood that wasn't his ,
Proud rat,
Richard is a torpedo with fur,
Forged by the sun
Made new,always grew
by from one blue sky,
One wind up toy,
Many lives,
my love is soft in this way
by this phenomenon  
He was so cute for the first time
my heart seemed to me combustible
like burning bomb,
A bomb hesitant of that furry fire,
of those gleaming eyes

Nevertheless, I resisted the sharp temptation
to squeeze him somewhere as money
Holding inferno,
as it dies lonely
devine fruit,
I resisted the bearing motive to keep him
in a cozy box and each day sprinkle him
Nepeta cataria and fish

Like a lion on Acepromazine
who hand over the very will of fury  
to fade and die with anguish,
I open the door and release the
the lofty lion and then the front door.

The moral of my ode is this:
allure is twice allure
and what is gutsy is doubly gutsy

when it is a matter of a cat
made of pride and joy.