Playful predator begs for attention.

Whiny and responsive, he demands

for his creature comforts. Like a fly 

begging for escape through that damn 

window. He demands for any kind of 

stimulation he can get.

 

The thinker indulges the predator’s impulses,

Leading with a great red frown. His finger

Guides him atop wood tables for writing and 

amongst teal plush for lovers to be loving.

 

Appeased, the predator lays beside me,

breathing his slow fiery breaths. 

Recuperating with eyes so bright and 

focused. That the thinker rushes to

Take time to think once more.

Before the predator begs for attention

again.