She sits with me
regardless
Not of anything
imparticular
Just regardless

My little sphinx
sits proudly
The honey nittens
with legs
so stright
head erect
staring so majestically
out
onto
her desert
that is a rug
of similiar
sandy shores
that she can
camouflage
herself
and her life
in a matter
of seconds

Perhaps
she likes it here
because
outside
she has
no such luck
crounching behind
a single weed
or leaf
and thinking
like the osterich

But the wattle bird
is native
and knows
better
and laughs and laughs and laughs
and thinks
the sphinxs
deserves nothing
more
than
to be
dive bombed.

So much
for
territorialism.