My I is in flames

My eye and my I are inflamed.

They show I am feeling ashamed.

But when I sat here

My mind was revered

By a fox which  has guessed I am tame.

I believe he has worshipped me well

But my ego has not shrunken nor swelled

For what is a fox for

But to sit and adore

Myself and my cat in this dell?

The fox thinks  he may eat the cat.

The cat’s making eyes at  a bat

I am alone.

My heart’s a hot stone.

I wonder if this form is too pat?

They say,you’re never alone with a what?

A cigarette  hiding under your hat.

I do like a felt hat,

But no-one felt me like that.

I  miss your warm hand and your pat.