The feline watches over the lazy heights,
a feeling of suspicion—
its eyes always pierce
the glass, bounded
and ever faithful toward persistence.
It is pristine ceramic. It is hectic
& driven, smoothed and crafted.
Its purpose is
a home: it gives a place safety.
All but its owner runs
from their perception,
its face with hexes
and vexes and
other glorified missiles of doom.
Hexes or none
The magic is the mortar:
its fangs kill brick
but of no nations’ walls.