Stalker

Stalker

Hey you, pretty little stalker,
Follow me just a little longer.
We'll find a place where no one walks,
No one talks. It will be better for you
Down on all fours. A gentle abode,
All locked doors. You must but so sick
Poor little stalker.

Hair a matted mess,
Whiskers uneven and disarrayed
Be careful to keep up little obsessionist ,
I'll walk slow and hope you don't know;
I can see you reflected,
In trash cans, grimy dumpsters,
A broken mirror even garbage men neglected.
But not you, my cautious follower;
Cunning little stalker.

I wish I could turn and carry you,
Yet can't you see I can't see you
Because then you'd flee, run away,
And be free…
Not such a bad idea, if you were me…

How can you stand this chill?
Naked and bare, are you always so transfixed
In a frozen, glossy stare? It could kill;
Curiosity could that is.

Not much further now, nothing left to see.
Two more corners and across the black asphalt stream;
But be careful, the fish are liable to scream.

Brave little stalker,
With a walk now more like a saunter,
Looking so happy in the dining room mirror;
Understand I can't resist precious…

With the latch of the lock your gone,
Scared out of your skin surely,
So many ways I've heard to do that.
Sadly I must say now you're life's mine,
But undoubtedly you have more.
So quit hiding underneath the dresser
Little calico stalker.

by sakie3
posted on 01/15/2008