If My Cat Were Me

On your own, relaxed, what do you eat?
I choose green beans, roast spud, meat.
But Vegan? Seems a complex show.
Chopping, gathering, more chopping, slow.

The Beingness of Vegan, avoiding, mocking.
Look, just like meat patties! Vegans flocking.
Why pretend to be like us?
Just call them patties, why the fuss?

Vegans, women mainly, take time to think.
Dairy, fish, herb tea to drink.
As I’m older I eat less meat,
But lasagne, vegan, quite a treat.

A purring, carnivore sits at my feet.
If I were a cat and my cat was me,
Boiled spud, two saussies, green beans for tea.

Published by davidlegge

Photography, poetry, culture, whimsy, Thames New Zealand

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