She crossed the floor
a slinky stride
mouths fell open
eyes grew wide
she knew the effect
it was nothing new
conversation paused
and the silence grew
sleek hair shimmered
from the ceiling lights
eyes blinked slowly
pupils black, snowy whites
she paused and turned
a Cheshire smile
then stepped on stage
with feline guile
she waited for
the tallied vote
and when it came
began to gloat
"In this category, taking first place
the Siamese Cat,
with the complacent face".
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Poems Primarily Narrative (or not)
PoetryFIRST PLACE COFFEE AFTER DARK WRITING CONTEST - JULY 2020 This collection has no particular category or message. They are errant thoughts and observations on various subjects. If interested, I hope you find some you enjoy.
