You were with me through the good times, even through the bad
I reached for you when happy, I held you close when sad
You really were no good for me, I knew that all along
Addiction kept me with you, even though I thought I was strong
It felt so good at the beginning, that’s how you hooked me in
Insidious, invisible, leaving no scars to prove the sin
As I now choose to quit you and let my dependence end
It’s time to bid farewell to you, my dear sweet toxic friend
Where is my home?
What is a home?
Is it where I feel connected or completely alone?
Is it where I feel safe and warm, in my very own wee shelter from the storm?
Is it where I play with my cat?
Can it really be as simple as that?
Is it where I fall down hills, whilst practising my trail running skills?
Is it where I search for otter poos and other wild animal clues?
Could all of these things be in one place?
Well, surely this city is my home if that’s the case!
Just a wee scientifically accurate poem about otters
If I were an otter, even just for a day
I would eat a lot of bullhead, brown trout and maybe even lamprey
I’d spraint on the rocks and fallen tree logs
I’d take rabbits from their burrows and dig up hibernating frogs.
I’m man’s best friend, a lovely wee pet
The sweetest dog you will ever have met
I’m loyal to my owners, I’m shared and enslaved
Yet their affection for me goes beyond the depraved
I’m tame, I seem happy, they think it’s my choice
I make a great victim as I don’t have a voice
Too scared to run, I appear so content
The result of dark actions that require no consent
The place I call home is now filled with regret
For who could abuse such a lovely wee pet?