Apology

I am the earthy cat
who slept in the larder, but
awakened,
after being (as I thought)
far too overgrown with dreaming
to ever rise from slumber again.

I admit, before that rest,
I tried to eat the potted plant in the hall
(about a third of the way down, on the left).
I batted soil onto the red carpet
and yet am not
truly sorry
for it was an exciting game at the time that
I do not entirely regret.
All the dangerous, high-rising,
feline adreneline
that rushed through me.

Please forgive me
because I will not do it again
on account of the fact that the leaves did not taste
as sweet as I had anticipated.

I am the earthy cat
who now stalks the roof
without caution,
leaving muddy footprints
at the mouth of the drainpipe.