What do you want?

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.