Much like a plant

We grew down before up

Reaching out thread like tendrils

Searching for a spot where the soils just right

I didn’t have to reach outside the pot in which my seed was buried

How fortunate

Fertilizer packed just so

Not too tight nor too lose

Down I grew, preparing for what’s ahead

It’s warm down here

No wind, nor insects

Sun warming the soil through the window to which I was placed near

warm tap water that drips on my head each morning

As my master drinks her coffee

It’s our little ritual

“Psst” I hear from my nosy neighbor

A seed born of the same flower

“Did you hear? Frank broke soil last week.

It wasn’t but a day before the cat came by, curious at the new house member and nibbled at him, ate him right down to the seed, I heard.”