It is the first day of SingPoWriMo and I am cheating. I am posting this poem about my cat that some people have seen, or not. Here’s going back to writing some poetry to find myself again.
My cat,
a witness of a crime scene,
watches atop a cupboard
as words pierce and rain down on me.
She waits, until the door slams.
Making no sound at all,
she saunters over,
body nuzzling my wet face.
My cat,
a ninja,
leaps off the table
as a vase shatters around her.
With her eyes wide,
she slips under the sofa
and she waits until the shouting
fades.
My cat, my heart,
sits atop of me,
purring like an engine
to heat my frozen body.
Patiently, she waits,
eyes closed, until warmth
floods my being and I lumber
out of bed, with her meowing for food.
Aware of my feelings,
my cat is now the watchtower,
shining a light while absorbing
the shadows into her fur.
She stares at me,
as if to say she understands.
Together,
we huddle,
covering each other in a blanket
As we wait for the screaming to stop.