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