Monday, December 29, 2008

Cat.

There's an old
one eyed
cat
next to me
purring
as he looks
at me
expectantly
waiting I guess
for a touch
a scratch
some food
or for me
to open
the door
and leave him
here
alone
as I go
about my
business
at the dead end
of a long
year.

But
you see,
Cat,
once I walk
out and close
that door
on you
there's no
eyes
on me
waiting
to see
what I will
do
no one
is purring
or staring
at me
with expectation
no one
is looking
at me
with Hope
that I can
change
their entire
world
with a single
touch
out there in the world
Cat.

So
let's leave the
front door
closed,
Cat,
and we'll go out
the back instead
and I'll have a
smoke
The King
while
you lay at my
feet
The Lover
and
we'll be
beholden
to no one
in This
a
world
of
our
very
own.

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