Yanks on the bedroom window screen
Whines to be let down.
Having climbed the tree
In search of who knows what,
She meows to be let inside.
If I go downstairs to the rescue
If I open the sliding glass door
She will stand in confusion.
She might go inside she thinks
but what if… if she gets stuck?
What if inside is not what she wants?
If I start to shut the door though
I sense the quick fear — the maybe
Maybe she will end up trapped outside.
My poor little feline friend
She has no idea what she wants.
Inside or out, upstairs or down
Sighing, I carry her to the food bowl.
Zombie phrase for the day: My mask falls down because I have no ears.
Mahhh maaahhhhkkkk bahhhh dahhhh ud ahhh aahhbb ddohh ihhrrrdd.
