They Pounced

 

His brown hair flows,

in the subtle wind of the basement room fan.

His eyes set forward in a trance,

watching and waiting for his food.

Patiently,

 with his butt in the air,

he pulls his ears back,

and waits.

He waits for his prey to still,

before he can attack.

The creature watches as the human,

picks up the dish,

scoops out the pellets,

and puts the dish back.

His prey was ready.

The ritual was about to begin.

He looked over to his brother and nodded,

they were both ready for this exact moment.

The creatures weren’t sure,

when they were going to be fed again.

So, they pounced.

They pounced for the food,

that they weren’t going to ration,

because they didn’t know how.

All they knew,

was that they were hungry,

and there was food.

Right there,

in front of them.

They finished it off within minutes,

but their bellies were still growling,

like the beasts, they were.

The blobs of fur laid by the dish,

for what seemed like hours,

but it was only minutes.

They let out little sounds.

They yelled at the humans impatiently.

“Feed us!” they shouted.

But no one came.

Not for hours.

They were left in the basement.

Alone.

Minutes turned to hours.

Hours turned to days.

They were hungry,

and felt like they were withering away.

When finally,

the human came back.

“I just fed you five minutes ago,”

the human lied.

The human always lied.

We watched as they scooped,

they scooped the food up,

and set the bowl down.

The furry creatures put their,

butt in the air,

folded their ears,

and they pounced.

Dinner was finally served,

or was it second breakfast?