The last command.

The Last Command

   Open your eyes and look into mine.
   I know you have quietly arranged
   for the ultimate needle to strike
   and I am intended to quietly die;
   even though I was born to thrive,
   a paradigm with a life times nine;
   even though for eighteen years
   I shared with you the gist of me;
   even though, feline to a fault,
   I hissed and spat my contempt
   when the woman in white said no,
   only pity and a proper poisoning
   will cure this kind of suffering;
   even though the birds will return,
   eager to build their filthy nests
   by weaving into my pristine pines
   the bloody feathers I left behind.
   Well, here I am with claws intact
   and instincts that sill want to be.
   Now kill the woman and set me free.