Epiphanies On The C28 Poem by Kale Beaudry

in this house of mine there's a cat on every floor
looking out the window, sneaking through the doors
left, right, day and night, they will always ask for more,
their constant contemplating so impossible to ignore.
they shed like snakes and always find their ways into the cracks,
keeping you under pressure 'til you think you're going to snap,
claw, bite, hiss and swipe, they will always keep you back,
until you face them head-on like you're leading the attack.