Are You Looking at Me?
A Mindful Feline
You leave me alone all the time
I don’t even know where you go
The food is stale, the water is old
The sofa is my only refuge
I could be roaming the streets
I could be hunting on the savanna
I’m here instead, alone
I’m a lucky cat
I have eight, no, seven more lives
I wish I only had one
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It could have been a haiku, a tanka, or a series of them, but this cat considered them to be too confining, as it wanted both freedom and company, which can contradict each other in many instances.
About the Creator
Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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Comments (2)
Cool cat 🤘 rock on
Freedom and company. Interesting perspective, often one of our greatest dilemmas. Are we all a bit cat(ee)?