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‘Good morning’, they all say,

And I hear them as they sneak away,

Their voices filled with the same things I hear every day,

I sit upon my place and watch, watch as they exchange their words, I’m left to roam alone, sitting on fences, in this world I call my home,

I pursue my prey, just as they, and my world is my own,

The only world of any worth, see- I’m just like them,

I’m not so strange, another species, yet still the same,

They love me because I just sit and gaze,

upon the madness everyday,

for I have no way, I have no voice, to speak my thoughts;

Not sure what I’d say, and if there’s a point,

All I can do I sit by myself- I don’t like the company of anyone else,

I sit all day to roam at night; darkness is my friend,

And I’ve good eyesight,

I prowl through the empty streets, filled with those much like me,

I know what I will see, and what I see is what I know,

I like it this way, I like it that my little world does not grow.



And when I sleep, I sleep alone,

I lie in the places I’ve always known,

The chair in the corner, the grass outside,

The sunny spot by the window is mine…



I have many lives, but they’re all so short, death is upon me,

I know I’ve been caught,

My brow starts to sink, my coat fades and wilts,

I know that its coming, I know when I’m ill,

All those times I was killed, the lessons I never learned,

But I welcomed all those chances that I must have somehow earned,

I suppose I’ll never know when it truly is my turn,

If I’ll get to watch them grow, rise from what they were before,

Or will I find myself leave sooner,

A loved one in their life’s no more,

Will they care about me when they are old?

Will they remember when they’re wilting like me?

Have I been more than a piece of the furniture?

I like to think I have played my part,

Will I fall asleep or be made to sleep, easing my pain and my misery,

Or maybe I’ll fall victim to their man made machines,

Curiosity is both my blessing and curse, and time my disease,

Am I expecting to go first, and do I even care?