and I know that my cats can hear every word
but I'd much rather talk with inanimate things
like my teddy, whose stuffing is held in with string.
I can tell that my cats don't care much about me
unless I'm preparing their breakfast or tea.
He collects up my words in his kapok each day.
My teddy bear holds all my wishes and thoughts.
He knows all my hopes, all those demons I’ve fought.
Don't tell me he's only a toy. Can't you see,
