Kind to the cat
So cruel to me,
Yet so kind to the cat.
So good at growing roses.
Horses would turn and follow you.
You could calm a nervous rabbit.
Sometimes you were nice to me,
or simply you ignored me,
both a rare relief.
A day of peace and mildness,
But not enough to balance your drunken wildness.
The cat had the sense to disappear.
Its exit had been granted.
Every day I wished I could leave,
be free of you.
That wasn’t what you wanted.
So cruel to me,
but kind to the cat.
That’s the strangeness I saw inside you.
© A.Chakir 2023