by Marlene Calder

Created on: December 07, 2008

Spoiled

He sits staring.
Green eyes unblinking,
Yet not glaring.

A chill settles over him.
He moves to catch the last rays of sunlight
Before they fade into the darkness of night.

Alas, too soon, the day turns to dusk.
He rises and stretches slowly.
His muscles and joints remind him of how old he has grown this past while,
And in terms of life that he now walks the golden mile.

A privileged life.
Waited on hand and foot.
Catered to and fawned over,
Whilst he laid about.
He sighs and then meows loudly.

Now where was supper!

(In memory of "Max the Cat")

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