playing second fiddle

She said that she loved
Her cat more than me
I should have been hurt
But I wasn’t, you see
Cause no way am I jealous
Of something with fur
So I reckon the fault
Must lie solely with her
For while cats are quite sweet
In their kittenish way
When I want to love
It’s with humans I play
They argue and question
Their claws are quite short
If I answer them back
They reply with a snort
They have hands which will hold mine
Lips lovely to kiss
Plus they eat off a plate
And don’t lick from a dish
So she may love her cat
More than she loves me
But when I am gone
I am sure she’ll miss me

Copyright © 2013 by Eryll Oellermann