Hamster

I'm solemnly sitting

In my cage,

Slowly growing

Old with age.

You won't hold me.

I'm never chosen

To be in those large hands;

I'm frozen,

Shivering with anxiety.

 

I'd rather stay here

Than be put in a ball

To explore

Outside these caged walls.

But in staying,

I'm miserable.

 

Can't you just be gentle?

I know I'm not cute as

Other small pets are;

Therefore, I'm passed,

Never given a chance

To prove to you

That I'm better.

 

Come play with me.

I won't bite.

I'll nuzzle close.

Just stay, despite

The others in the store.

I'm the one that's yours.

Just hold me.

Reviews

[Emrick]

beautiful idea. sad but interesting.
many people dont treat there pets fairly.and some other people treat others just like that hamster just because they dont look that good.

[Rosalind Gale]

It is men who are hamsters sweetheart. Always need looking after, fed, given something to drink and lots of attention - and once they have that they no longer need you, at least until it is that time again. Oh gosh, that sounds cycnical and bitter - I really do not mean it that way - nor am I such a person.
Your poem is quite loving, well, cute - but I do not like to use such a word! It is innocent and gives the reader a reason to love you - and wish you much happiness wherever you can find it.

Rosalind
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[Owlgirl]

Wow, nice description, and well written, I like how you used the point of view of a hamster.