She has the look of disdain
perfected
Heavy lids shield her eyes
from me
and my antics
Boredom seeps from her visage
And her often animated,
bright, yellowish-green eyes
are dull
The rest of her body
is curled up
guarded
None of my frivolity
will affect
She turns her head away
as I croon
mock her stance
She is
unaffected
I reach to chuck
under her chin
playfully
She will have none
of that
She sashays away
her fluffy tail
up in the air
like her nose
I love this poem. Especially because when it started out I thought that maybe it was the worst co-worker even and not your cat.
ReplyDeleteI love "I reach to chuck under her chin playfully."
Delightful. <3
Oh man--going off of what Cerasi said: I loved how we assumed that it was about a person when it was about your cat. Before I caught on that it was your cat, the line "I reach to chuck under her chin playfully" really hit me because I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE DO THAT TO ME. And I immediately felt this remorse for the narrator until I realized it was about a cat, and that misunderstanding dissipated immediately.
ReplyDeleteAnd the imagery that makes up that last stanza is the most accurate I've read!! I loved it :)