poem: White Cat

The Wednesday Poetic Asides prompt today was to take the colour of the shirt you’re wearing, plus the last animal you’ve seen (in reality, on TV, etc.) and put them together for your poem title. Luckily, my chartreuse t-shirt is in the wash and I watched that documentary on sloths weeks ago. So, white cat it is.

 

White Cat

 

Years

since we’ve been seen

with your knowing green eyes.

Still, the whisper of alabaster hair

swirling in quiet corners.

The hollow on our bed

where you curled,

dreaming of the hunt.

 

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