Pushover
I’m a push-over,
even the moon changes color
when I turn away from it.
Cats only take note of me
when I eat a banana.
A banana is as much a mystery to a cat
as are the pyramids to us.
Last week, if I had died at home
bits of me
would now be in their feed bowls
and litter box.
Cats understand
quick convenience eating.
If the bananas could talk
the cats would be exonerated.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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