|
by Holly Day I couldn't stop thinking about all the things trapped, I keep thinking about your goldfish, picture them the dolphin fish I picked out for you waiting for you to come home frantic at the doorknob wishing you had left me a key it's not that I missed you when you left behind locked and closed doors the baby iguanas posed on their perch savoring their last handful of crickets, the cats you adopted pawing waiting for you to come home. I just felt bad for all the little creatures in your house, left to fend for themselves, all the dependants floating lifeless in their bowls. Copyright 2024. All rights reserved.
|