This is the sound I make when I’m hungry or want love. It’s not a purr or hiss, but can be my loud exclamation at the human above.

What bleeds another's blood when you kill it?

I’m a well liked treat, small and sweet. In sun I grow, I hang down low. I’m dipped in chocolate, or baked in pies, or eaten fresh before your eyes. I masquerade as something I’m not, I’m mostly covered in tiny brown dots.

An island of survival But not one of land Where all animals go Amidst scorched sands

A Cloud in space, Of dust and gas I birth new stars That glow away