The Cat

Lost and abandoned,
hidden in a drawer
I used to be so loved
but alas, no more.

I sat there, used to little sticky hands
and the softness of a kiss
so many things
that I now miss.

Now the child has grown
and I have been moved
It takes a long time to find a final resting place.
A feline's final flat is not one to be proved.

Now I sit there, all locked up
waiting to be found
the lights go out
I dont know what's around.

The very next morning
the lights click back on
I awake from my slumber
on a shelf no more.

For I am the Statue, asleep on the floor.