You Can't Trust A Cat!

My elder son, Jaeuk, was seated near our younger cat, Scat, when the creature reached out a paw and with un-retracted claws scratched Jaeuk in the face. Not a bad scratch, but entirely unprovoked. I therefore composed this poem for my son:

Kitty, Kitty

Cats are mysterious creatures.

They look like they're made of fluff

and tiny feathered features

that furnish their inner stuff.

But they're red in truth and all

of the vicious carnivore arts.

And they hear the wild of the call

of the nature that makes up their parts.

I wrote it in half an hour, approximately.