Prompt: To write a Self Portrait
Wind In My Tail, Self Portrait
I wear the colours black and white
with nothing in between. My black
leather lips reaching high, hoping
for my mistress’s kiss.
I have never borne a kitten. I see little
company other than my own; and hers.
Food set out, the run of the cottage;
I long ceased to bring a near dead
mouse to her door.
She has set the boundaries. But I must
break out for play, and flip the mat
or creep beneath; and now I rush
from room to room.
She only laughs and says “You got
wind in your tail?” The evening agenda
ruined again.
Can she not jump from chair to chair?
slide across a slippery floor and flip
to fully reveal the whitest of white bellies.
Though I may sit on her warm knee,
and yes, close to her clothed belly;
I know it no match for mine.
One day will she not change places with me
while I write a poem about her?
Benita Kape © 1.4.2019 for 31.3.2019 NaPoWriMo 2019
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