there’s something outside my window

trying to reach inside,

eyes shining,

a low grumbling

it’s four

almost dawn

i feel glued to my bed

but he won’t stop

i get up

and walk towards the back door

i open it

i do the ritual call:

pspspspsps 

there’s a rustling,

the bastard comes into view,

meows at me obnoxiously,

trots inside like he owns the place

i follow him to the restroom where his food is,

he demands someone stay by his side while he eats

because he is simple and spoiled

i give his head pat pats,

close the lights,

go to bed.

there’s something outside my window

eyes shining, a low grumbling,

it’s the other bastard.

I get up.