Angry With My Jaguar

I was angry with my jaguar
and I told him.

There’s more than one way to skin a cat.
There’s more than one way to go.

My forehead wrinkled
and the veins on my temple throbbed.

My eyes grew fiery.
I balled my fist.

But soon I regained control
The hair on my neck lay down.

The jaguar had paced back and forth
and waited for it all.

I was angry with my jaguar
and I told him.

And when he knew I could hear again he said,
why don’t you call her?