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Pet"Meow", she says The only way she knows with words And then stare at me Not at my face But right through me Through the centre of my chest With those piercing eyes. I try to make eye contact
In order to converse But she curls back into a little mat Disinterested with grace Burning me with curiosity I move here and there Do some actions Make some sounds Disturb her meditation When she gets up and begins to leave She's not concerned about any closure. I make her sit forcefully Stroke the top of her head Caress her fur Maybe she's sleepy I'll let her sleep. But just then she notices something Her ears tell me Stout and alert She starts licking her paws meanwhile Realising the disturbance wasn't much important To get up and seek answers to It's got just a little brain to convince maybe And an even little heart, cold. Suddenly she stretches herself, gets up She arches her back Avoiding an imaginary poke in her stomach Her tail receiving signals from space I think she's afraid Of me, of something Is she preparing to attack? Or just trying to scare me to stay away She does it well I don't interfere for a while but just observe. Convinced that she's out of the limelight She starts her own little quest Chasing her own tail to begin with She waits for it to settle And pounces on it But the tail is smarter It changes position just at the right time She waits again This time she's determined to go the long mile Circling around for almost a minute without rest Then she runs, jumps, hangs, sticks around to release a sudden spurt of energy And finally settles down in what was my room moments back. "Meow", she asks me this time Clueless, tired, anxious, maybe hungry I tried to feed her earlier She smelled it first, the Queen she is Followed by a reluctant first lick to further check In a moment she was nibbling with some intent As if she'll empty the entire bowl And before that thought strikes your head, done. Now she doesn't even want to see it, it's poison I push the bowl towards her But no, she doesn't eat biscuit chunks Or maybe she needs something to wash them down with I immediately run to get water and come back with milk She drinks it with utter concentration And turns her face away when she's done Now that's as good as any liquid for her Can be thrown down the sink, she doesn't care. "Meow", she expresses formally Shakes her head fiercely to send the ticks flying out of their universe And then off she goes to sleep I've been watching all this Trying to make sense Trying to help her Trying to love her expecting it back She can't complain, not in a language I understand. What if I was in her place In fact, I am in her place to her Trying my best to express myself Understanding signals, making my own Trying to call her by name, trying to talk instinctively. I relive my childhood Helpless and unlearned Challenging and thus exciting I'll learn the language eventually I'll remember all these funny failures, make memories Get bored of her yet carry as a responsibility. In this little interaction with the help of nothing but only gifts from nature, I understand life. The doubts are just in my head Just to keep me going on Just to quench my thirst That's all we've evolved. But Sigzy doesn't care She walks away Unconcerned, unbound, unfazed While I need all the answers, she just needs her space! CommentsComments are closed.
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