I walk, I stalk. Creep!
I poop, then loop back to you.
I’m free to whiz here;
I’m free to piss there. Rhubarb:
You are my toilet. Garden:
Swept clear with my tail.
These paws let me camouflage,
So what’s all your fuss?
Certainty! Master of me!
Now, let me out the backdoor.