Wrong Apartment

The first one was okay

But the dweller of the apartment

Would not do anything with him

The second was a dream boat

But when he showed up

“Wrong apartment”

Was his wretched lie

The third one was even better

But he said it

Too

“Wrong apartment”

The dweller got braver

“Come in!”

The visit was over

That one rushed

To the side unit

The two guys next door

Swooshed him in

“Right apartment”

They said

Then they were gone

Paint was added to the walls

Flooring was put in

Days went by

Turning into weeks

Then months

A gal walked in

And out

She said

“Hi”

A small grey cat stared

On the sill

At the dweller next door

The cat looked like

One of those missing men

A small brown cat

Stared on the sill

Looking like another one

Of those men

A big white cat face

Rested on the sill

Looking like

The visitor who never came in

The cats stared

At the dweller next door

Every time he got back home

They were

He thought

Trying to tell him

Something

They looked intently

Into his eyes

Bobbing their heads

“We’re those men”

They tried

He thought

To tell him

“That girl killed us

And turned us into cats

Help us”

The dweller looked for the visitor

Who had not come in

On the web

Sweet

Young

Smart

Arcade games

Fraudulent awards

Millionaire

With

Mansion on the beach

Baby player

Loving his fun box

Hits it big

Now just a dead man next door

Staring out of a living cat’s eyeballs

Poor guy

The dweller set out food

On his porch

Chicken livers

Real ones

Not cat food

Blah

He was still a person

Knowing what was going on

They all were

He set out three big bowls

Of big fried chicken

No…

Not livers

Duh

They hate liver

Why wouldn’t they?

Fried chicken

Of course

Thighs

No…

Breasts

White meat

They love that

Everyone loves the breasts

Fried

The good way

Though

Not the greasy way

The cats stayed inside

The day

Turned into night

Raccoons showed up

Hours later

The chicken was gone

The next night

The coons came back

For more

They looked like

Those three guys

Like The Three Stooges

Or something

The dweller next door

Called the pound

“Raccoons”

He said

“Keep them away

Please!

Feed them?

What did I?

No…

I mean

Cats

Yes…

Next door

They’re

Um…

Different

I mean

They aren’t being fed right

My chicken

I mean

The raccoons stole

It

From them

No no no

I don’t mean

I have chickens”

(Click)

“Hello?”

Knocks on a door

Big loud ones

The dweller next door

Woke up

From a deep sleep

Days must have passed

The place smelled sour

He got off the bed

He opened the door

The girl next door

Frowning

Waved three furry creatures

Into the next door dweller’s

Home

“You have to keep them”

She grumbled

“You gave them the chicken”

She was gone

The next door apartment

Was empty

Again

The three furry creatures

Slept with the dweller

In his bed

Every night

They looked like coons

Probably were those cats

They liked him

A lot

They stared at him

All the time

They were gone

Days had passed

Three men slept

In the bed

With the dweller

They looked like those

Three missing men

Probably were

They liked him

A lot

They slept with him

All the time