The Pumping Of My Heart Goes Forward And Back, Not In And Out

THE PUMPING OF MY HEART GOES FORWARD AND BACK, NOT IN AND OUT

The cat had for so long

annoyed me.

She demanded attention,

nuzzled into me,

pushed her face

into mine –

demanded attention and that

I pet her.

If I was reading a book

She would swat at it,

believing she more important.

I could have killed her, then.

How dare she. Who does she think

she is?

But one night, I watched

another cat in the house

scratch her face, and

the girl ran back to

me.

That's when I understood:

Here is a living creature

who wants,

more than anything,

to be loved.

Copyright Oren Peleg 2009