Meows and Midnights

Out my window, there is clutter

Out my window, there’s a world that doesn’t feel like home

There’s noise, and all I crave is silence

All I want is peacefulness

All I want is calmness making its way to my heart

Soothing my soul, making me feel warm

I don’t belong here. Maybe I do

This is no place for poetry

But, maybe it is

Maybe the point is to find beauty in chaos

I write to find a home

I pet my cat. He doesn’t get annoyed

He doesn’t try to scratch or bite

I wonder whether he craves peace too

The noises make his ears go up

I think he likes silence

But I’m not certain

I wish we could talk

He meows and I meow back

We try to understand each other

Or, at least, I try to understand him

His white fur, his beautiful eyes

I think he is made up of milk powder

He doesn’t like me much, but it’s okay

I’m not his person

I don’t feed him enough treats

He meows and I meow back

I wish we could understand each other

His curious gaze

He roams around searching for answers

He sleeps all day and stays up all night

His sleep schedule is as messed up as mine

His midnight meows

His 3 am runs

Does he chase invisible ghosts?

Or illusions unknown to me?

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