The Sunshine Cat
The Sunshine Cat They did this to her, the men who know her, the man She loved, who loved her not enough, being selfish And a coward, the husband who neither loved nor Used her, but was a ruthless watcher, and the band Of cynics she turned to, clinging to their chests where New hair sprouted like great-winged moths, burrowing her Face into their smells and their young lusts to forget To forget, oh, to forget, and, they said, each of Them, I do not love, I cannot love, it is not In my nature to love, but I can be kind to you. They let her slide from pegs of sanity into A bed made soft with tears, and she lay there weeping, For sleep had lost its use. I shall build walls with tears, She said, walls to shut me in. Her husband shut her In, every morning, locked her in a room of books With a streak of sunshine lying near the door like A yellow cat to keep her company, but soon Winter came, and one day while locking her in, he Noticed that the cat of sunshine was only a Line, a half-thin line, and in the evening when He returned to take her out, she was a cold and Half dead woman, now of no use at all to men.
The Cat of Sunshine The men who know her did this to her. She cared for someone who didn't care back, being selfish. And her husband, a coward, didn't love her either. He took advantage of her but watched her without compassion, and the group Of skeptics she relied on, holding onto them tightly. New hair grew like big moths, digging into her. She pressed her face into their scents and youthful desires to forget. To forget, oh, to forget, and they said, each of Them, I don't love, I can't love, it's not In my character to love, but I can treat you kindly. They allowed her to slip from her sanity into A bed made soft with her tears, and she lay there crying. Because sleep no longer served a purpose. I will create walls with my tears. She said, walls to confine me. Her husband confined her Inside, every morning, secured her in a room filled with books. With a beam of sunlight resting near the door like A yellow cat for company, but soon Winter arrived, and one day while he was locking her in, he Realized that the sunshine cat was just a Line, a faint line, and in the evening when He came back to let her out, she was cold and A woman who seemed half dead, now of no value to men.