Hamster

Dear Sir Galahad

You sit in your cage
Staring out into the open
I wonder what you think about
Maybe the vast openness of the world
Or maybe more darker thoughts of murder

Yeah I know your cute and fluffy
And I know no one believes me
But I don't trust you
You and your
Running of the wheel at night
Or your beady little eyes
And I don't like you trying to escape

I often dream of
Waking up to finding you
On top of me with a knife
Or to a bloody pool of blood
With the police at my front door
Or to find my cat hung by his neck
Or to your dead body with an
empty bottle of pills near by

But k ow matter what your true thoughts
Are I'll always love you
Even if I have to keep you in cage.