The Lonesome Pussycat

the loneome pussycat, waits

alone in the dark

for the sound of the door

for his small heart to start

he cries for a crumb

but pains for the touch

for someone to pledge

‘i love you so much’

the tail curves the leg

the leg begs the lap

the engine starts running

in the bend of the back

‘will you call out my name

will you be here for me’

yet still i contend

it’s the dish that i see

all day i have waited

alone i have sat

just to pretend i am not

a lonesome pussycat

Tagged as: poetry