Kitten Kong

Curl up on the floor Because I've circled this room a thousand times before And the dust has been settled the same way now for months These stripes on my tail, the bars of a prison cell I chitter and I yowl I am the cornsilk lion I am an ocean of fire and iron Don't keep me confined I swear I'm not afraid I'm not insane I'm not losing my mind I wanna go outside I still remember a distant engine, the smell of petrol and your cold paws As I sat by the side of the road, I wished we'd never explored I am the cornsilk lion I am the king of pretending I'm fine I will cherish the family that remains, and hope, for now, that it stays the same Black cat, bad luck