I haven’t dipped a bucket into the well of poetic inspiration lately (if that is the term I want), so I think I will write a bad poem for my cat.

Riddle, wrapped in a mystery,
inside an enigma, inside a cat.
you claw when you want affection,
cry for food when you want out–
I think you do not speak English.

Gypsy, who arrived by falling,
no bigger than a peach,
like a peach from a tree–
cat who hates cats,
who keens when she’s happy

Cat of all cats,
quintessential feline.

Katya, Russian Blue

MA

writing prompt: write a poem about an animal

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