Today's prompt from Poetic Asides is to write about an animal.
I immediately had grand thoughts about Great Blue Herons and went nowhere.
But my sister is in a band called Bad Kitty, and that inspired me to write about my own felonious feline. Here's the draft:
O, my glorious pet, my pest,
your morning claws climbing
the back of my pink bathrobe.
My mouse chaser skittering
across the kitchen in fierce pursuit,
dropping the catnip bounty
on the floor for me to throw again,
then sprawling with your prey gripped
between your teeth like a fat cigar.
Guardian of the front door,
your long tail switches as you spy
on the sparrows outside.
Tramper of counters and mantles,
all territories forbidden, opener
of cupboards, hunter of rubber bands
and other hazards requiring surgery,
your imperative meow insisting
on treats and all doors ajar.
Then you slip into a paper sack,
or curl up in a basket, soak up
the light in a square of sun.
You of bell and purr, soft fur, curl
next to me when, finally, you fall asleep.