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…