Night Skye’s Thoughts

Why is my dish empty?
What warped values,
what priorities,
what twisted universe of God
could allow such a fate?
Was it lust?
Did that clueless couple
spend three days undressed,
too obsessed with coupling to hear my meows
over their cries of love?

Or maybe they hate me?
Want me to open the door,
amble up the road,
and rub others’ ankles
for my mere pittance of food?

How should I punish their transgression of
natural law?

Or maybe I was the sinner?
Did I bring them too few
mice?
too few sparrows?
Maybe its tit-for-tat,
I starved my people
so they starved their cat?