She nears me with tools
of torture--a toothbrush! Yow!
Doctor tends her wounds.

My brother seeks me.
I watch him from the foot stool.
I will make no sound.

You sleep so soundly
I cannot abide the snub
I walk on your hair.

Birds fly by outside
They dive and swoop on the wind
They do not fear me.

I hate the doctor.
She is mean; she pets me though.
She is not so bad.