Dog days and cat lives,
Jumping off roofs and through hoops,
Fitting in a bowl would be easy,
But floating through life is fun.
Salt water mesh on the bathroom tiles,
And undergarments strewn across the boundaries,
Blood on the lips,
Flowing upwards till it flies,
Passing by petty clouds and foams.
Cold, soothing, it touches arms,
and resurrects;
What's left of it will never know what was.