If you could make your pet understand one thing, what would it be?
If I could make you understand one thing,
it would be this:
I am not waiting to catch you.
I am waiting to welcome you.
You pass by my house
like small, striped travelers,
tails writing question marks in the air,
eyes full of borrowed caution.
I have not adopted you.
You have not adopted me.
We remain strangers
separated by a few careful steps.
Still, I place food outside
with quiet hands.
Not as bait.
As an offering.
Sometimes you do not come.
Sometimes the birds arrive first,
bold and unburdened,
and carry away what was meant for you.
And I wish I could tell you—
Come at the right time.
Come when the air is still.
Come when my door is open
and my heart is softer than the evening light.
I will not chase you.
I will not trap you.
I only want you to know
that this corner of the world
means you no harm.
It is a small thing—
a bowl of food,
a little patience,
a distance respected.
But it is given
with love
and kindness.
And it will wait for you. 🐾



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