by Scott C. Kaestner
My dog is a Socialist
and my cat a Capitalist.
My dog speaks of the pack
my cat wants to be left alone.
My dog sleeps on the floor
my cat naps in a penthouse.
My dog wastes not an ounce of kibble
my cat scoffs at its gourmet food.
They are two different beings no doubt
and there is definitely conflict.
Like during the 2020 Democratic Primary
my dog a Bernie Bro and my cat Ridin’ with Biden.
Or the time my dog’s Communist Manifesto
caught fire when my cat knocked over a candle.
Said it was an accident like when my dog
mistook the cat’s Wall Street Journal for a bone.
I have my suspicions as they both
like to poke and stoke each other’s fire.
Just when I think conflict is inevitable
and a peaceful existence a pipe dream.
Come home and find the two of them
snuggled together on the couch.
Then I am reminded that differences
make their union stronger.
and my cat a Capitalist.
My dog speaks of the pack
my cat wants to be left alone.
My dog sleeps on the floor
my cat naps in a penthouse.
My dog wastes not an ounce of kibble
my cat scoffs at its gourmet food.
They are two different beings no doubt
and there is definitely conflict.
Like during the 2020 Democratic Primary
my dog a Bernie Bro and my cat Ridin’ with Biden.
Or the time my dog’s Communist Manifesto
caught fire when my cat knocked over a candle.
Said it was an accident like when my dog
mistook the cat’s Wall Street Journal for a bone.
I have my suspicions as they both
like to poke and stoke each other’s fire.
Just when I think conflict is inevitable
and a peaceful existence a pipe dream.
Come home and find the two of them
snuggled together on the couch.
Then I am reminded that differences
make their union stronger.
Scott C. Kaestner is a Los Angeles poet, writer, dad, husband, and street taco enthusiast. Google ‘scott kaestner poetry’ to peruse his musings and doings.
