My metabolism stagnates
and then there is even more awaiting
Then there is much to wish for

My tail goes limp
I no longer jump
and no longer feast
on the wonders

I become malnourished
my skin is coming loose
My friend gets worried
as he caresses me

My thoughts, too, are thinning out
Into ghosts, into a horror
of how it may end

And through it all: the bombs
on waterworks and hospitals
There are many alarm signals
and no shelters