About to enjoy a slice of cake
home made, it had mom's touch.
I, having a long day
it meant something else.
Our cat, I never played with
and got no tender nerve for
walking slow, sniffing hard
as if to **** all the air around
came, and looked up at me.
Weird how that made me feel
i put down a bite, she devoured it
looked up, now her eyes lit
not a meow did I get
asked no more, off she went.
In all bewilderment,
my being kind to her
she just couldn't learn.
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 5:42 PM UTC
About to enjoy a slice of cake
home made, it had mom's touch.
I, having a long day
it meant something else.
Our cat, I never played with
and got no tender nerve for
walking slow, sniffing hard
as if to **** all the air around
came, and looked up at me.
Weird how that made me feel
i put down a bite, she devoured it
looked up, now her eyes lit
not a meow did I get
asked no more, off she went.
In all bewilderment,
my being kind to her
she just couldn't learn.
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