Moving, Caring, Staring.

Moving, Caring, Staring

My hands keep moving...
You can't help but stare.
No thumbs -- strong tongue!
Distant memories, missing, unaware.
I fill your fountain, buy organic food,
You get bored at times,
But you're loved.
You relish the sound of the human voice...
Its not like you really have a choice.
Life is simplified for you,
Though you've made it a hobby to glean.
Hunter instincts suppressed, careened.
We're urban so we just replace things.

I'll consistently care for you;
My void startlingly subdued,
Delayed irregular,
Afraid, solitary, clever.
The measure is made,
Simplistically I keep the faith.
Creating Needs for Nurture,
Spectacles for truth,
I'm almost an expert in departure.

Its no major discovery that I can sew,
And I practice daily for my fish...
Sheets of algae and seaweed set afloat,
Time the finish from the start,
Flakes of nutrients.
Swimming beings born of art.
You multiply,
I tend to you.
You flutter and flit.
Your body keeps moving,
I can't help but stare.

I've never really liked to clean
But I'm content to suction your waste,
Naturally I'm tender before I'm keen,
I yearn to heal,
Lavish love,
Substitute wealth.
I'm older than I seem.
Advancing moments,
There's no surprise I feel so much...

My sweet companions leave me no legacy;
Impossible favors won't be returned,
In spite of regret,
Faith is what is left for me.
I walk to keep moving,
I prepare to stop and stare.