Poem: Let Me Feel Your Warmth

My eyes sleepy close. Humans pat me

a tiny dose of goodbye.

It’s 11 in the morning;

their cozy feet out and running.

Silent, still and strangely familiar. This home

is now a house of lifeless things and belongings.

Paper bags refuse to converse. Outside the window

is companionship within those birds,

Fly, so far. They might reach the stars.

Curl myself into a Swiss roll and fold my paws

to lay on top of this heater.

For its warmth. For its heat.

For what I can ask for at the very least.

Tick tock, clock, tock tick.

As darkness creeps in inch by inch.

Hope lights up, up all night by night.

Footsteps behind this door

mean all of what I’m asking for.

At last, they come through.

Their giant shoes back in place.

Space is not what I need,

but hours of treats and loving human heat.