We overlook

"Heard them say I have 14 days left.

Have lived a life of omission; I once belonged to someone,
but now I sit here unnoticed and not wanted.

I'm a misplaced apparition.
Of course they are not blameworthy.

They just don't have the capacity to love us all.

Here I sit against my will -- a cold, damp dwelling.
Still a home, it just provides a captive freedom.
I sense so many frightning smells through these bars.
I know nothing of the meaning of what they call standards or expectations.
They know me as something called naïve?
Because of what I am, or better for what I am not.
I am not them. I do not understand them.

But clearly I understand I am not what they want.
The purpose of my existence? I think I had a purpose once,
but they were sightless or couldn’t smell me correctly. I had urges to love them (and gnaw at annoyances in which they called 'chickens').
After all, isn’t that what they did too?
They too ate inferior beasts.

Why do they hate me for it?

Here I am, lying in my new cold home. But I can't be angry.

They gave me a chance and I let them down.

I still love them no matter what they have done to me.
They say I only see black and white.

But, I see more than they. They are so wrong about me.

So I will sit here and love them until end because that's what my heart has always told me to do."