Cats Don’t Care What Helicopters Are
by james bezerra
Sometimes I feel bad for the cat
because life is hard enough when you know
that noise is a helicopter, a siren, a gunshot
or that it’s only my foot
moving under the blanket.
Life is hard enough
even when you know all that,
but for her it’s just a
massive loud thwumping overhead,
a shrieking wail,
a thunderous sudden popping,
or a nefarious creature
lurking below the blanket.
Sometimes though,
maybe she feels bad for me and
how worried I get about things which aren’t
food, sleep or food or sleep..
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