THE COMPANION

Nature abandoned for interiors.
The sky behind glass bereft of stars.
No grass underfoot – carpets.
Just the distant sound of cars.

Walls are enclosures that deny space.
Radiators lend warmth to winter’s chill.
The world displayed on a computer screen.
For every ailment there’s a pill.

But there’s a residue of wildness
In the green eyes of a tabby cat.
Housebound too. His name is Herbert.
He happily shares our London flat.

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