WHIMSEY
IF They Loved You ....
Should I keep my cat when she wants to go
When she walks around and cries all day
Then cries all night and pisses on the beds
I’ve explained about coyotes and the outside dread
To try and keep her close
But it is that which we fear, that she loves the most
How the kids will miss her, her meow and scratching post
She is home with us
But she walks around in pain, like a lost soul, an on-call ghost
She loves us, but will pine away to nothing if she isn’t freed
And am I really her protector
Or just a crushing bore, who closed the garden door
She says she doesn’t mind coyotes breathing down her neck
So long as she gets to live
To run and hunt, to smell the smells, to climb and play like there never was a lid
If she spends her life, locked safe in doors
She will be safe
But she still won’t live forever more
And when she is on the porch watching the sun
Will old age be mellow
Or a hollow tale of what might have been.
Oh, I am the kitty, hear me roar
And what is that?
It’s the lonely Tom who lives next door
PS - I chose this image to go with the cat thing as the flower looks a little like a Satellite Dish to me, and the message from the kitty to say, "Hey People, Are You Listening?". Obscure, tell me about it, even I didn't get it at first, and it's my stuff :).
From "The Book That Dreams"
© G P F for All images and text, please do not use without my express permission.
WHIMSEY
IF They Loved You ....
Should I keep my cat when she wants to go
When she walks around and cries all day
Then cries all night and pisses on the beds
I’ve explained about coyotes and the outside dread
To try and keep her close
But it is that which we fear, that she loves the most
How the kids will miss her, her meow and scratching post
She is home with us
But she walks around in pain, like a lost soul, an on-call ghost
She loves us, but will pine away to nothing if she isn’t freed
And am I really her protector
Or just a crushing bore, who closed the garden door
She says she doesn’t mind coyotes breathing down her neck
So long as she gets to live
To run and hunt, to smell the smells, to climb and play like there never was a lid
If she spends her life, locked safe in doors
She will be safe
But she still won’t live forever more
And when she is on the porch watching the sun
Will old age be mellow
Or a hollow tale of what might have been.
Oh, I am the kitty, hear me roar
And what is that?
It’s the lonely Tom who lives next door
PS - I chose this image to go with the cat thing as the flower looks a little like a Satellite Dish to me, and the message from the kitty to say, "Hey People, Are You Listening?". Obscure, tell me about it, even I didn't get it at first, and it's my stuff :).
From "The Book That Dreams"
© G P F for All images and text, please do not use without my express permission.