Today’s Read Write Poem prompt is to write about a member of the cat family.
The Queen Dressed All in White
The white cat sunned on the east facing patio
in the morning. She rose playful and slinking,
tail raised high, the tip waving slowly side to side.
The white cat, matriarchal and sage, outdoor hunter,
potentate of the porch, calmly licked her paw,
drew it dampened across her brow and face.
The white cat, her blue eyes staring through everyone,
looked bored, amused and ready to pounce
for the kill—all at the same time.
The white cat, her white bones picked clean,
lay perfect on her side at the foot of the garden,
descended upon one night by an owl
as quick and efficient as she.
and here’s an extra:
Driving the Muse
We roll through the countryside
and she looks out the window,
bored, elbows on knees, chin
on the palms of her hands.
Trees, sunlight, the stone bridge,
a field of heather: nothing.
Turning back for home
among tidy subdivisions,
gray, industrial swaths,
I park the car. She gets out
and dances, enraptured
by a bottle cap in the gutter.