in here bound
stuck to the ground
too heavy and full of kibble
and catfish
birds soar mockingly
flit with their light bones just
beyond the glass
across the grass
i could have caught them once
leaped like cousin panther high
but now i am fat
static, pat
dragged down by domesticity
and satisfaction
bleached of kitten colourful
antics by the hard sun of time
the warm carpet
is sad solace
i won't be ridiculous
and try
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1 comment:
admit it, you're needy
with your little "touch me" glower
but still you have your ways
of taking back some power
like at 5 am or so
when you dance across the papers
making sure that i'm awake
before you start another caper
you flop down for belly rubs
worn out by stuffed toy mice
but fall just beyond my reach
so i must work just to be nice
yes, you take some control,
coating things with hair,
but then you give it all back
by falling off a chair
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