Someone recently compared me to a bird. I’ve kept a few as pets over the years, so I understood the metaphor. Birds in captivity are problematic when sick. They don’t like to show illness. It’s a survival instinct to avoid looking yummy to predators. Even if tame, even if they adore you, the instinct is so strong. Unless you know what to look for, a bird might not show any sign of ailment until they are quite far along. Sometimes you won’t know a bird is sick until it falls over in its cage.
That poor crazy cat, Renfield, and I
We’re not so different.
Both of us capture insects
At the behest, of a nocturnal creature
Who hates the rays of the sun
The only difference is
He serves an undead monster
And I take care of a pet Marsupial,
Goes by the name of Rocco.
That’s our major divergence.
The job’s about the same,
Though I suppose it’s a more
Fulfilling relationship, for me.
Than it is for poor Renfield.