The cat with the Mange and the Mats, one eye bright and one eye gone, milked out.
Feed you but you don’t gain weight.
Give you medicine and your little body rejects it..
You hung around because it’s where the food is, and you don’t know love.
Do it anyway..
Fuck it.
Feed it.
Don’t mind if you swat at the hand the feeds, literally.
We’re the same in this.
I decay as you, and time is so short..
I can say, only because I know you, I can say that death would be a relief, because of your cards.
And you had no control over that.
Kindred creature.
Lying in the sun and listening to the trucks roll by..
And your motivation has become purely survival and as I get old, I watch you.
“Doesn’t take much”
A cat is not nearly as complex as a human..
(Still needs love)
Still.
Even without knowing what it is.
Needs to brush its snout against the calf muscle of something..
I’m glad that thing could be me.
I’m sorry it wasn’t someone better.
dusk 