Hope most certainly has feathers-
and he perches on my soul-
he sings the tunes-and-the words-
which in my heart, never stop at all-
And sweetest- from my Webster- is heard-
and no storm so harsh could ever-
deter my little bird-
who warms my heart-
I’ve heard him in the morn and night-
and at my weakest on my knees-
and always- despite all efforts-
he leaves a crumb- for me.
I taught you the ways of the world
like how to make a human
cater to your every whim.
I taught you to make noise
when you want their attention
really do anything, go out on limb.
I taught you to make messes,
or maybe it was you who shared
the best way to leave the crumbs.
I taught you to cover your ears
whenever there is any noise
including those damn drums.
I taught you all of this and still
it seems as though your lessons
in love were somehow greater.
You helped me become a family cat
but I would still try to eat you
but not because I am a traitor.
So, let it be known, that no other
can ever abuse or attempt harm
to you, my bird and my brother.
So much as a cat can proclaim,
my love to you, I do unless anyone asks
then I don’t even know your name.
Autumn Siders 