Jerry’s Thoughts

By: Anita Wary

Sophomore, Biological Sciences

Anita Wary

We don’t know where this unending tunnel of porous pink insulating foam leads

We don’t know if that truly is the smell of god-given gouda cheese

 

We don’t know if our bellies will be filled to the stretches of our stomach linings

We don’t know if this will be a fruitful night of fine dining

 

They don’t hear us as we emerge ever so cautiously under a pile of last month’s mail

They don’t hear us as we scurry past their tangled tails

 

They don’t hear us as we dance to the rhythm of their raspy snores

They don’t hear us as we caper over their claws, landing on all fours

 

They don’t want us to take their prized bovine-derived bait

They don’t want us to return haughtily home unscathed

 

They don’t hear us begin to pitter-patter towards our lair

They don’t hear us foiling their primitive plans of betrayal

 

They don’t hear us squeak and snicker at their dimwitted tactics

They don’t want us to shamelessly steal and vanish like magic

 

We don’t know if Tom will wake up anytime soon

We don’t know if his other furry friends will be furious at their lost food