Inkpaw

It was one in the morning, 
when I crept downstairs 
to get a glass of water, cough syrup, and tea
the wind was howling 
like a thousand lost souls 
wistling through the trees

coughing, 
hacking,
I feel like I'm dying 
I'm not sick I tell my self
I'm just, reacting 
to the dust and the cat hair 
but I know it's not true
the season of germs has begun

      

I sit here
cold shingels digging nito my bare feet
a frigid wind wraping itslef around my shivering body
making me yearn for someone to hold me
comefort me
and yes, on occasion kiss me
I'm not ashamed of my feelings 

what if I could inhale the ocean into my lungs
fill my heart with salt water
pump it through my veins 
and survive?
what if I could beathe metal
how many lives could I save from shootings and wars?

grasses sway back and forth across my vision 
blocking me from sight 
as I stealthily slink closer 
waiting,
shoulders tensed 
legs chrouched
tail flicking with impatience