what do you want from me,
that doleful look, is life really so glum
that you linger on the cold floor instead
of your comfy couch and stare at me
as I try to ignore you.
I am bad with neediness as a regular diet
so it's best if you go off to do other things
now, yes, now, go on, go on.
I wave my arms at you in the direction
of the living room and you reluctantly
slink away, tail between your legs, ears
down, so disappointed.