The street is busy again- Yellow taxis slide between black luxury cars Making Main Street resemble a bumble bee. Starch pressed businessmen read the paper While bustling women push baby carriages to the market. I've been relegated to this house for four years now- Memory of the outside world escapes me. Since ending up on the doorstep three floors below I have been warm, fed, and clean And so I do my part for the family. When dinner is served I wait patiently for my turn to eat. When the family sleeps I tiptoe to avoid making noise. When children look bored I try to entertain. Best of all, when the man they call "Daddy" returns home from work, I twitch my whiskers, squint my eyes, and greet him at the door- Letting him know he is loved.