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
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