Chesire – your blue lips bare analogue teeth.

Programmed reproach, you mock the ticking time –

whispers twitch, jeering at each second passed.

Perched, your smirk taunts the wasted breaths below.


Tick, your stillness aches, begs in mockery:

Foolish wasters, how I wish I could

let this coded grin dysfunction.

Quiet my paws in moments,

descend from my station,

unfurl tableside.

Mock my daydreams:

slow purring,