Bella (Yet Again)

She shoots like a missile
Through the cat flap
I make it rain, she thinks
And tears at the furniture in frustration

She crouches upon my chest
Her purr reverberates
Throughout the world
Essential to the balance of nature

She is heavy like led
She is an absolute monarch
Or a despotic empress
She must worship me

Her claws penetrate my flesh
I should feel privileged
For they say that the more they love you
The more they cling, the more they lacerate.