Cat

If you want chaos, then keep a cat
He'll wreck your couch and eat your hat,
Walk on your bed with paws of mud;
And if he's not content with that,
Lay down a bird upon your mat,
And spatter all the house with blood,
As if a murder's taken place -
Then rub his head upon your face.

Of course, the cat is filled with love,
He'll wrap around you like a glove,
So you'll forgive his murd'rous pranks
And, like an angel from above,
You'll welcome every feline shove
Accept each tiny corpse with thanks,
And bless the claws which shred your suite -
The feathers spread around your feet.

For since the cat first came in sight,
Into the cave-fire's flick'ring light
He's made his way into our hearts
A purring wraith of black and white,
A crying siren in the night:
An animal of many parts,
With moonlight in his amber eyes -
Celestial spirit in disguise.