Thirteen ways of looking at a cat.
This is a poem I wrote for my creative writing class. It's been such a long time since I have written anything that I am remotely satisfied with. I like parts of this better then others but over all I am happy with it :)
I.
My black cat
Is a tight ball of wool
Warming my toes
II.
Her eyes glowed emerald
In the dark,
A phantom of the night
III.
She is archaic
Sitting in her chair
Quilting away
Surrounded by cat hair
IV.
Superstition followed her
In the form of a black cat
V.
The ballerina
In her black leotard
Moved with precision
Fluid as a black cat
VI.
The shadows lengthen across the grass
Stretching like a languid cat
VII.
Home feels like,
The cat watching the rain
Sliding down the glass
VIII.
The shadow of a black cat
Creeps up on us all
IX.
Hushed whispering
Heated kissing
The cat viewed everything
Curled in the chair
X.
Something pretentious
Something like a smile
Something like a sly cat
XI.
My grandfather
Likes his Hemingway
His pie cut in three
His cat named Barney
XII.
Inside these walls,
Only the family cat
Knows everyone’s secrets
XIII.
Some days
I would feel better
If instead the mouse ate the cat
