It's the cat

Picture a bird,
A little black raven,
Silky winged and hopeful,
With big brown eyes taking in everything.
In a vintage,
Rusty,
Bird cage.
She sings a constant song,
In a low,
Crooning voice.

From the second the intro song started,
A flood of memories came back.
I remembered each and every version of Peter Pan I'd ever seen.
As the animated characters that I've kept in my heart for so long fly across Never Land,

What do you see each day?
Besides a million corpes of the young and old,
Human and animal.
What is it like to take their last breath,
And breathe in the smell of smoke or ashes or sick?
    Carry them away.
Take them,

I'm following you,
Even when it gets dark out.
I can't turn back then,
Alone.
I leave you,
Only to dream of you every night.
And to wake up in the morning,
My heart frostebitten.
I protect you,

Sometimes,
I like to close my eyes,
And think of how everything could be different.
I like to weigh the pros and cons of all of you,
To see which one really is the best.
Sometimes,
My cat sleeps on my shoulder,
And purrs.

The first few days
Tomorrow I hope I'm still alive.
And with luck,
Everyone else will be dead.
And I will come home to be showered with gifts and praise.
I'll never have to be hungry agian.
The next few days