Double Personality

A poem about the cat that practically lives in my house

Tail twitching, you chase mice
In your sleep,
Curled up on my bed.
As I watch you, your ears flicker, listening for
Silence. It is my turn to shift
And you are awake. You
Sit up and watch me.
Yellow-green eyes stare me down,
Daring me to move, to breathe.

I don't dare.

You curl back up,
A house cat once more.
Tamed. Asleep.
You look peaceful.
I know if I tease you, you will
Become angry.
Once more a wild cat.

I don't dare.

So I let you sleep,
Tail twitching.