I wonder what your thinking
as you lay here on my bed
do you want a hug from me,
or a pat upon your head?

your eyes are glazed and beady
your coat shines in the light
I wonder if you could, you’d talk
some day I think you might

with such a personality
not many can believe
you yawn and stretch your legs a bit
before sitting up to leave

and then I noticed something
in fact, I smelt it too
for you had left me quite a gift,
a pile of kitten poo

oh why did I not listen,
when my friend’s said get a bird?
at least that way it’s in a cage
where they will leave their turd.