I Don'T Want My Freedom Poem by Elia Michael

How do I inform my master?
I am only a little cat
How to tell him what I'm after?
I cannot speak I cannot chat

But he seems to know what I want
He feeds me with chicken and fish
Once I even tried some croissant
But it was a horrible dish

On the whole he looks after me
And he keeps my litter tray clean
I really don't want to be free
I’d be very hungry and lean

I have a bed with pillows deep
I have a place I can call home
But there are times when he’s asleep
I sneak out and secretly roam