The Cat at the Window

Oh splendid,

it's pouring now

and still I am ignored.

I only asked to be let in seven times,

but no, your show’s on, kettle’s on,

and I, your majestic feline overlord,

am left marinating on the curb

like yesterday’s takeaway.

 

Do you see this fur?

Sodden! Saturated!

I smell like a wet sock

unwashed for weeks.

 

Pedestrians step around me,

A pigeon gave me side-eye,

A dog offered me therapy.

 

You! Inside!

Yes, you with the opposable thumbs

and the dry toast, open the damn door

before I freeze off my whiskers

in this cold, indifferent world.

 

Midjourney, Photoshop

 

Done