He was an unhappy cat
His owner saw no reason for his unhappiness
He had a roof over his head
Toys, and another cat to play with
His bowl was full,
So much that his looser parts sagged and waddled
But he cried in the middle of the night
Maybe he just had the blues
Some cats do
Maybe he wanted to be outside hunting birds and squirrels
Maybe he felt like he was missing out
Maybe it was the neutering
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Published by mikepowernyc
Named one of New York's Best Emerging Poets 2019, my poetry chapbook The New Normal was published by Analog Submission Press. My novel The Zoo was published by Cacoethes Publishing House. Other poems and short stories have appeared in Subterranean Blue Poetry, The Journal of Microfiction, and Sick Lit Magazine, among others. Other works include a staged reading of my play Digging Up John Barrymore, performed by Dreamcatcher Entertainment, and five albums of original music recorded with my band Late Model Humans.
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