Perspective Please

Perspective Please

I’m looking through the bars, from on my heated mat

My eyes can barely open, you’ve let me know I’m just a cat

You left a bowl beside me, but I’m too sick to eat

I’d really like to play with you, but I can’t find my feet.

A lady ran her fingers, like beats along my spine

She laughed how cute my nose was and these big ears of mine.

I forget my mother’s whispers and I haven’t got a name,

And I’m lying in my own mess, too tired to feel the shame.

To be tied into a sack and thrown over a gate

Is to kill or wish me dead. Why would someone feel such hate?

So the next time things go wrong and a partner you should lose,

Know what “dumped” is. And please, spend 2 minutes in my shoes.