The darkness is where you were born to thrive—
Wet paws stained red, but not from the need to survive.
Instead, you are motivated by the shielded shades of night.
As I lie in bed my senses begin to morph from
The sound of your feet creeping through the door—
Is that your black silhouette that’s deeper than the dark?
I feel your presence begin to warm my toes, but
Your distracted nature doesn’t care about easing my mind
For you will always make decisions with your ravenous eyes.
You never truly know the ones you live with—
Her presence is known only by an
Empty food dish each morning.