Some Love For Food

Times are old and frail,
Since my eyes blessed upon, 
Your feline strutting under
A night sky, ahead of sun rise 

How my fingers devoured, 
Your darling strands of silk 
As your crystal black orbs 
Gazed into mine 

Fed you lots, I did 
What delight could surpass,
than seeing you grow,
How sweet, how plump,
How inexplicably tempting 

But my eyes still twinkle,
At hours of memories’ reel
Your love for me
(or for food)
As you would run unto me,
So, you may curl up 
Into your finest dreams,
Oblivious 

It took a day of incense,
From a little devil of some sort-
Perhaps you saw your chance-
For your teeth to sink into 
My thumb that caressed you 

And so, I left you to long,
It wasn’t long before you strung,
The harps of your voice, my way
A pity I couldn’t sense then,
I could ease you from 
Your deepest threats right then 

Now you’re gone,
Escaped into the night,
From my desperate hold,
Void of a reason 
Or a sign 

It pains for I know not,
Where you have now wound up,
Yet what could pain more when 
After all the grooming, you may 
Have fetched up-
Stir-fried- against
The plates of hungry men 
Whom I’ve so wished 
To be one of…

Copyright © Fareeha Fareej Mohamed | Year Posted 2023

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