Benjamin Posted January 11, 2013 Share Posted January 11, 2013 It's six years now since you arrived, my status is revised! Once I was master of this home, and you an errant child. And then you grew, were free to roam, all weakness to despise. Externally all soft and cute, but underneath still wild. You sneak around like Gollum: up and down the hill, mysterious and ghost-like, preoccupied at night; with me reduced to doorman while you come and go at will. I’ve been usurped completely! Oh dear! This can’t be right! 2 “Is he out or is he in?” she calls me up the stairs: “On my window ledge!” I say, glowering at his eyes. Buttons: set amusingly amid a jet black face, watch me keenly all the way, as trousers cover thighs. ‘She!’( Your staunchest ally!) Who provides you with good food and copper bottomed health plan complete with life-long deal; will hear no word against you. And it causes me to brood as YOU purr sycophantically, permitting HER a ‘feel’. 3 My careful tended flowers have your close attention and rage descends upon me, that makes my digits curl. Such arrogant behaviour! A snub to all convention! Preening, eating, sleeping--- not a worry in the world. And then the vindication: by mornings early light, each day a presentation, small pieces of your ‘gold’ at my back door in tribute--- the trophies of 'last night'. A frog, a bird, a newt-- sometimes-- even a little mole. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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