Still

My dish is empty
and, yet, he lies there still.

I am hungry.
I need to eat my fill
of Iams biscuits.
And, yet, he lies there still.

I've purred in his ear.
(He did not stir).

I've clawed his head.
(Time I was fed!).

I need my breakfast
before I return to bed.

And, yet, he lies there. Still.


R. I. P.
Yesterday, I thought he was not ill.
I wonder if he's left a will?

Fakin' It

Yesterday