the cat hates her fur

the cat hates her fur
she welcomes fleas
she rolls in dust
she sleeps on wood lice

why do you hate your fur
poor cat?

Since they performed the operation
Now tom cats stay away
Now my uselessness is near death
Now my scents are extinguished

But they still love you
Poor cat

But they are the ones who did this to me
They are the ones for whose convenience
I am but a loneliness turned in on itself
I am a carriage without a train
Stuck in the stockyard, let for scrap

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012