Miss Missy is a lion
prowling through
the Serengeti
She makes this quite known
when I accidentally trip
upon her on the stairs
Although her eyes sting
and her tail crooks
where I’ve trodden
she yowls fearsomely
and scratches retribution
Miss Missy is a lion
prowling through
the Serengeti
She makes this quite known
when I accidentally trip
upon her on the stairs
Although her eyes sting
and her tail crooks
where I’ve trodden
she yowls fearsomely
and scratches retribution
Someone abandoned a basket at my door
A black and white kitten with two little paws
Perched over the rim with a wary twitch
Scared frozen though I’m sure the itch
Of wanting to flee throbs strong with fear
So I’ll wait a while before I hold him dear
And tell him, from now on, your home is here.
Writer’s Note: Today marks my 3rd year here on WordPress! Thank you readers, for sticking around. =)
Across her divan
A wrinkled sphynx in the sun
Even legends nap
The boy ignorant of arithmetic
washes his clothes along the riverbed
paying no attention to the Ganges
where Shere Khan takes his bath
A cat the color of ginger root
Escapes the confines of the pharmacy
And paces by the knees of passersby.
Although pretending coolness
He stays long enough
For a quick caress.
In winding jungle
A black leopard stalks her prey
Feathered death-throes