She’s a borrowed cat that sits

in the corner watching butterflies.

She has adopted us happily, not

caring that we are temporary.

She’s lonely and craves our caresses,

eats bits of doughnuts and potato chips,

unsuitable foods.

Curls up and naps when we don’t

want to play,

half watching as ants attack doughnut crumbs,

drowsily wondering if she should care.

Her eyelids are heavy,

she decides we will certainly give

her more when she’s hungry again.

by Cher Bibler