That cat is a mercat.
Nightly siren calls
to my sanity and sleep.
So I let him loose
into the monsoon.
The next morning he returns;
slicked down fur and stumbling legs;
calmly cleans the sea debris between
his toes and rubs the wet hair on his head.
He is starving and dines on tuna from a can.
I am secretly horrified
By this apparent act of cannibalism.
(Inspired by prompt here: http://www.napowrimo.net/2013/04/two-for-the-show/).