Ginger Cat

My fur is getting grey and old

My eyes have worn its fold

They are dim having lost its light

My meows feel like a tiny whisper

Would you care for me, o hooman!

Would you play with me as well?

Would you find me under the blankets and doors,

As I entertain myself, a cue for you to

Find me as I am hidden.

I am no more a playful Cat

My heart stings over the fact

I don't hiss, I don't bite

I just lay beneath the warm chair

Feeling the fervor on your feet

I see you scribbling something on a notepad

Your eyes are stuck to the blue screen.

I look at you with my big brown eyes,

Thinking of the days when we are together,

Now my days are getting worn,

You may see me never.

How do I make you understand,

That I would be gone forever.

I look at you struggling myself

Jumping off on to your lap

Cuddling onto your warmth strength

I remind you I am still yours

Ginger cat.