The way you're sleeping with no worry in your head,
while I'm crying and weeping endlessly in my bed,
makes me wonder ever so slightly
"What the hell is going on in my psyche?"
You, a wonderful and humble creature,
I'm begging you to be my teacher.
I'm holding on to this heavy burden,
while you willingly embrace the uncertain.
As i am gently stroking that fur of yours,
the turmoil in my head is ending its wars.
And though I am aware that you're in no need of affection,
your glistening gaze is still seeking for my attention.
I'll ask myself "Are you lonely too?",
but your eyes wander to somewhere else anew.
I f*cking envy you.
But something deep inside me tells me
that as soon as I'll leave your side mercilessly
you will look after me sadly
and feel pity towards me

really, really badly.

and finally,
maybe

understand me?

© fey (21/12/19)

Between a human and pet.
Opening hearts.
Healing wounds.
Revealing the Light within.
To grow,
To renew,
And to shine
In relationship.
Yes, a beautiful bond,
Indeed!

I hate how easy it would be
Because I love you so much
Your soft fur, so nice to pet
My pet, my friend.

So when you lie on my stomach
Sometimes, if my mind is murky that day,
I think about how easy it would be
With my giant hands and your delicate body
And your whiskers would twitch no more

And I hate that
I loathe that thought and fact
I don’t want to, obviously;
I’m no Michael Myers
It’s the same with my phone when I stand in front of a lake
Or when I could tear a final exam in two
I know I could

I hate that I can
It shouldn’t be so easy
And I don’t even think deeply when it occurs
But maybe knowing we could
Is the reason none of us do

As her purrs create vibrations in my chest,
I can't help but wish that if I were a cat
I would be purring as well.

Oh Mary, Mary, quite demanding
How does ya man stay put?
With blue pills, and dollar bills
Pity, those pretty ******, helping his cardiac output

You’ve got something about Mary, in ya hair
Where? Oh, there!
Oh well, I really don’t care
It’s not the only thing, I like to bare
Look up to the ceiling, if ya dare
If ya mother ever saw, it’ll be your worst nightmare
Good comes with the bad, life sometimes, just ain’t fair
Thank God, it’s only hair gel, try looking outside the square

Oh Mary, Mary, quite demanding
How does ya man stay put?
With blue pills, and dollar bills
Pity, those pretty ******, helping his cardiac output

Mary had a scary *****
Its hair was, fully overgrown
And every where that Mary came
The **** was sure well known
She happened to give it, a shave one day
That went against the grain
It made the clients drool, then play
To see her **** hairless, once again

Oh Mary, Mary, quite demanding
How does ya man stay put?
With blue pills, and dollar bills
Pity, those pretty ******, helping his cardiac output.

The Killer Zombie Robot Cats from planet Zarg
are baring their teeth, biding their time, in the dark
Stealthily, instinctively, they scale the garden wall
and in a near silent silvery sheet, they finely fall
upon the grass, each claw a glowing glinting nail
Swirling softly through the trees, they start to wail
Crescendo whirling flute falsetto, high and shrill
the feline zombie robot gang is set to ****
me! A drifting motorcycle light shines up my face
My bravery has disappeared, I whimper in disgrace
The leader's eyes are lemon, and he has a manic grin
His sneer reveals his bloodied teeth, the boiling rage within
His snowy female sidekick sidles up, the rest rear back
Then they all lunge forward in a synchronised attack
That is when my head and heart black out, and once again
I come 'round, vowing not to drink on Christmas Eve again

My love for you came in on little cat feet
That is, to say, crashing in at top speed
Landing with no warning in the pit of my stomach
And leaving me gasping for breath
Even long after you have left

I want to know
if that Moroccan cat
is doing better than I am.
I really hope so.
I hope he has found a home,
and a love like no other.
I hope that cat
is happy now.