I wrote two of these 5-line technical poems today. It should have been five, I guess. But I did create an extra poem out of it, too, so that is included at the end.

The cats
They run amok
At night when we’re asleep
They plot and plan and climb and leap
Till dawn.

In life
We’re free to choose
To give or take away
But in the end what happens when
We’re dead?

We hold the power in our tender grasp
To create and destroy in
Equal strengths, and
Yet the ones who
Press the buttons
Are buffoons.