Old Friends

The cat turned away, in a ripple it shook from head to tail
In an effort to ignore the feather in its face, to no avail.
Said the cat to the man with the feather in his hand
I may eat junk from a can and poop in the sand
But there is one thing I do understand;
Clever is clever and fun is fun
However when the feather
At either end
Grows weary of the game?
It’s done.