(40) The Hamster

The hamster is sitting there,
In his cage looking at me.
Wondering if he could escape somewhere,
To get out and to be free.

So now he is eating his meal,
Stuffing some food in his cheeks;
And then he plays on his wheel.
He could stay on it for weeks.

Now he climbs in his house for bed.
He will sleep all of the day.
You might see him pop out his head,
From his little hideaway.

But at night he gnaws on the bars,
And he keeps me wide awake.
I can see him from the light from the stars,
Please let me sleep for goodness sake.


copyright Chris Smith 2007

Reviews

[Sukriti Suki]

I somehow felt bad for the hamster as in the first stanza you mentioned 'to get out and be free'...a nicely done up poem describing a simple day in the life of a hamster...in the last stanza I thought that when he gnaws at the bars and keeps you wide awake...you're showing how we all are trying to be free..but the last line shows it's all in good humour... a different take, always welcomed.

[HB]

d'awwwwww...

[Sunni Davis]

Oh, I miss my hamsters. I loved the little things, dispite all the racket they made at night. Your poem is a perfect description of their behavior.

[Saraplenty]

I often feel like the hamster. Cute write ( :

I had a guinea pig, and would just put a blanket over her cage.

[Samuel Dickens]

You think he might want out of there? My guess is that he desperately wants to go on a walk-about.

[Judy Ponceby]

lol. Time to move the cage :)