Poem: Remember, You Humans, How Lucky You Are

When I was a cat this was easy. The first life was reserved for pandemic. The second used up with the riots. Thirdly, I died in a fire when the slide was burning (I thought I could sleep under it, the warmth seemed so generous).

My fourth life was gone in a heartbeat - my own. It just stopped one day. The shock of it all. This new anger and itchiness. Th…