I watch how her fur catches the sun.
It’s not really black. The highlights gleam
a warm reddish-brown.
I watch her curl and flex and stretch,
doing her slow cat-yoga routine,
then I reach to stroke her soft belly.
She folds herself in,
purrs, relaxes ... and shifts into dream.
Where do our souls wander, after the light is gone?
The NaPoWriMo prompt is to describe a place or object in sensual detail, then end with an abstract, philosophical line which seems not to be related to the rest but really is.
The Poem A Day prompt is to write a form poem, or an anti-form poem, or both. I decided on the Magic 9 form (nine lines with abacadaba rhyme scheme and no other rules) and to make my main (a) rhymes half-rhymes.
Also sharing this with Friday Writings #123 at Poets and Storytellers United: April.
Published in Paper Birds.