With a Cheshire’s grin,
the orange-toned cat
purred,
“We love our browns.
We love our blacks.
We love our reds and yellows.
We love everybody
until I get attacked.
Then watch out.
See, I’ve got serious clout.”
With that,
the very white animal farm
cheered,
the cat hissed and sneered
and those watching on TV
trembled with fear.
I had to read it a couple times.