The Green Room

Why must I be your prisoner,

locked in the pistachio green room all day?

I have given you perfect love

and constant, faithful loyalty

I speak your name every day,

loud enough for the neighbors to hear,

but you order me to shut up.

I devour your daily tuna fare

and brazenly beg for more.

You are held in motherly high esteem,

yet, here I am, locked in the square green room.

The days can be hollow and lonely.

If only the birds could hear my chatter,

we would be close friends.

I am hungry, ravenous, close to starvation.

I don’t understand why you are not here.

The other prisoner gives no comfort.

She would rather snore away the pain of captivity.

I don’t blame that loud one, really.

She’s also locked in the cloudless green room.

Every day, the two of us wonder

when we will hear the familiar sound

of your noisy, blue machine

and soft-fallen footsteps.

We hear the bird clock every hour.

Nine chirps, eleven tweets, two cackles.

What time is it now?

Time passes slowly…

watching the door…

that frees us from the toy-filled green room

This prisoner needs your attention.

Incessant, unashamed, head-butting attention

that cannot be given at your hand,

when your hand is not present.

I do not comprehend.

What have I done to deserve this torture?

Why are you not here?

So this is it, I’m left to die

of starvation and a broken feline heart,

locked forever in the shelter of the vacuous green room.

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26 responses to The Green Room

      • We have a little Russian Blue and she is quite vocal. Our Calico lets her do the talking for both of them.
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  1. Dan Antion says:

    So this is it, I’m left to die
    of starvation and a broken feline heart,
    locked forever in the shelter of the vacuous green room.
    —————————————————–
    Oh my – that must be exactly how they feel

    Please feed them, scratch them, cuddle them – STAT!

    • bikerchick57 says:

      OMG, Dan, Mr. Gibbs has been crying all day. “Feed me, scratch me, love me, pay attention to me, feed me.” I did, I have, and I will. I have not had a cat before that has wanted for so much attention. He’s my second job. πŸ˜‰

  2. joey says:

    The sadness of your kitties is clear. I especially like the part about your noisy blue machine and soft footsteps. Cletus comes to greet us at the door like the dog, but I don’t think any of our cats care about our absence until we go away overnight. I guess they’re lucky cats or we’re lucky people.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      In the summer, when the windows are open and I get home from work, I can hear Gibbs meowing as soon as I step out of the car. It’s the cry of the forsaken! I often wonder if he truly misses me or just misses the hand that feeds him! :-p

      I would guess that both the cats and the people in your house are very lucky! πŸ™‚

      • joey says:

        Bless his (maybe hungry) heart! I agree, you’re missed!
        We feed our cats upon waking, at 6:30pm, and at bedtime. Catticus cries for more half the night, but he doesn’t get bikkies in the bowl until we go to bed. He’s starving, just ask all 13 lbs of him. lol

      • bikerchick57 says:

        Oh boy, we both have food junkies! But I suppose it’s no different than us being cooped up all winter and wanting to eat lots of comfort food any time we want. We’re lucky to have hands and opposable thumbs.

  3. msphoebecat says:

    I love this clever and observant interpretation of Gibbs and his fellow prisoner. Poor kitties! What kind of a mother are you??!! 😼😹

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