at least our animals exist
i don’t know how much of the outside world
i could survive
knowing about,
if i didn’t have giant puppy dog eyes
and happy puppy tails
and gentle cat purrs
and quaint cat meows
and wonderful little animal cuddles
to come home to every day
[or even stay home with
when the world is too much]
[how in the world do folks without pets
(and with depression)
survive?]
cats
in the back-
-yard
meowling
for attention
for love
for kittens
for food
for us
[we hope]
the cat meows
and meows
and meows
and still i haven’t yet fed her
(how dare)
in ten minutes time this will change
the food will be in her cat tree
and then between her teefies
and then inside her belly
and in fifteen minutes
the cat
will
meow
meow
meow
once more
and i’ll have no way
to quiet her
down.
(and i love it all)
music
will someday
come back into my life
but for now it’s
background noise
and podcasts/audiobooks to listen to
and cat meows making up the majority
of my auditory
experience.
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