Your canary lives
in a golden cage
that you polish
with the blood
of new born lambs.
She refuses to sing
and waits for the night
you leave her
cage door open,
so she can peck
holes in your eyelids
while you dream.
Even though the mice
are gone, you treat
your cat with respect.
He sleeps in your bed
and eats from your plate.
He is more loyal
than a dog
when it comes
to protecting you
from his
potential food.
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