purring there like a kitten you would have me remain under the pressure of your petting hand on my neck the claws you let remain looking to all the world like a great humanitarian and the teeth in the small jaw you do not fear but there is your undoing you remain in the dark of your own construct blind to the growth underneath my skin you do not realize that as you pet believing you hold I have risen to roar like the lion I am
runon: for the 27th
