You silly human! You thought I was sleeping! Don't you know that I hear EVERYTHING?
I sleep, I snore,
but can't ignore
a voice or scent
I even hear it
through my dreams
when mice creep
through the grasses.
So don't think you can fool me by sneaking something out of the fridge when my eyes are closed.
I am practicing. I don't really know what I am practicing for, I just know it's important. I need to hang on. If it escapes I need to chase it. When I have it I need to shake it. When it pulls, I need to pull back harder. I need to be stronger, faster and wittier than this thing, this fascinating thing that makes me feel like a wolf. That's how I feel when I am fighting with it. I want to kill it. When it squeaks it drives me crazy. It pulls the growl from my throat and I can sound pretty vicious, believe me. I can be as deadly as a....a.... a Polecat.
Being a whirling dervish is awesome....until CRASH! One minute I am chasing toys, racing in circles, or wrestling with anything I can get my mouth on. The next thing I know, I don't know. All I can see is behind my eyelids, which is a repeat, or a new version of what happened that day. My human asks me what I am dreaming about. She says that my paws jerk, my lips quiver and my tail thumps in a happy circle when I sleep. She also says that she can't keep her hands off of me. I don't notice. Sleep is over rated however. I try to make them very short. Like my legs.
"Are you sure? I was positive that you put this here for me."
I rip I tear, whatever's there
If you say "no!" I will not care.
A scarf, a cap, or underwear,
Just watch your skin, don't leave it bare.
I am a wiener of many names. I was tagged Taz shortly after I was born. Hmmm....whatever could that mean? I didn't have time to care. My diverse interests changed from one moment to the next. My new family named me Pocket hoping to tone down the Taz element. But I continued tasting and tearing everything in sight. I even tore my human a few times. The word "repercussions" didn't mean much to me. (Come on! It was all in fun!) My human was so proud of me that she was texting photos of me to everyone she knew. I heard her grumbling about spellcheck. It kept changing my name to Polecat. When she found out what a Polecat was she quit trying to change it back to Pocket. I mean...Polecat? Doesn't every wiener aspire to Polecat-ness?
I peek, I spy with my little eyes.
I hear the sound of laughter.
And when I awake, what a surprise!
The exciting life I was after.
I am Polecat's human. She has difficulty fully expressing herself without me. So I told her I would write and post photos for her. She wants you to know that she is a poet.