Tomorrow is a new day.

Tomorrow will be the same;

they will place me in a box,

perhaps with gentle hands.

“What soft fur!” they will exclaim.

“What bright green eyes!”

The fire around my neck is invisible to them.

They see only a red collar.

I am a cat in their box, meekly sitting

meekly saying

“Meow.”

I will not meow for them.

Tomorrow is a new day.

Tomorrow will be different;

I will roar, for I am not their cat.

I am a lion.