The Escaping Sickly Pet

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I walk about unseeing.  Mistress feeds

Me mushy food and munchy food.  I taste

Them both and do not see them.  All my needs

She notices, she thinks about, has placed

My dishes for me where I reach them, not

One difficulty, so I purr.  I purr

And then she picks me up.  I purr on hot

And lovely lap.  I purr.  She strokes my fur

And I in purring darkness wait till when

She lifts me up and takes me to the door.

She sets me down in sightless garden.  Then

I stumble in the place I knew before.

  She takes me to a man.  Needle goes in.

    I enter other darkness lacking sin.

© Phillip Whidden