It’s the guard of the non-rubbed spotThe bellyIt will hiss and scratch to get its wayTill he wins as protectorHis roar isn’t mightyIt is hairy and softIt will run and chargeBreak and bendHit and whackBat and clawWhen this happens, the singing of Earth stopsThe people who rub no like violenceThe Earth no like it eitherThe biter, hisser, scratcher, biter, and clawer no like it eitherHe can’t control himselfViolence is no one’s friendNot even a cat’s