When I feed a creature
I anticipate a joyful
gallop towards the food. (or at the very least, a shuffle.)
When it rains and
it’s windy outside
I worry about shelter (for them).
When I approach with food
I do not expect them
to chew my shoe. (Weird.)
When food goes uneaten
For over 24 hours
I worry. (especially if there’s not been a sighting.)
When I check the fencing
is in my mouth. (escape is the worst-case scenario)
When I call tenderly from
a 2nd-floor window
I do not expect a response. (especially if the window is closed).
When I call gently from
beside fresh lettuce leaves
I hope for a sighting. (a rustle in the undergrowth, perhaps)
When I persistently call, whisper,
plead, long for, hope for,
anticipate a sighting. (I’m on a road to nowhere.)
What creature is this?
This post is for all creatures everywhere – contrariously orientated, hairy, not hairy, constructed to defy nature (but functional never the less), and more. And all those attributes we know, love, lose our hearts to, lose our tempers with, and more. And all that finickiness around; food, shelter, being locked in, being locked out, food, free feeding, not free feeding, grooming, bedding, social difficulty with ‘others’ – and more.
And finally here is to us. those creatures who are SLEEP DEPRIVED due to; demands for food at 3.00 am (or whenever), who respond to the demanding cry to be let out. Constantly for most of ‘sleep time’, and more. Us who lay awake at night listening to the rain and worrying ourselves awake about ‘shelter’. All this and more has us framed as hapless, hopeless. SERVANTS.
And we serve them anyway!