MY 3 CATS
We have three cats in the apartment.
They are all house-cats.
Born inside.
Raised inside.
They will die inside.
They have never stepped a foot
out of doors.
Maybe if our apartment were bigger,
maybe if there were less of them,
maybe if being confined to the
space between four walls was natural,
this might be ok.
But, whenever I open the door for them --
believing that deep down,
some gene, some chromosome,
exists for the explicit reason
of craving freedom –
all they do is timidly
approach the threshold
and stare outside curiously.
Never once did they muster
the courage to place a paw on the front-steps,
never once did they get an impulse to run,
run forever and never come back.
Never once did their eyes glint
in such a way
as to hint at their instinctive desire
to see the world outside of home.
I bought a one-way ticket today,
Copyright Oren Peleg 2009
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