Wish granter

Pet eats master

wish granter

knarled hands pat my head
while I dream of running in fields
legs twitching in sleep
He whispers "wish I could be you,
so energetic"

bony hands throw a ball, a frisbee
my muscles stretch as toys
are plucked out of the air
He shouts "wish I could be you,
so strong"

aged hands pour kibble in a bowl
I bolt my meal then beg
for treats
He says "wish I could be you,
so healthy"

cold hands lift no longer
I wait, scratch, howl as night after night falls
hunger pangs deepen
he has said "wish I could be you,
so alive"

hands so tender, I nibble.
hunger rages, I feast upon him
my belly full, I grant his wish
he becomes a part of me
so joined.