Sunday, November 2, 2008

Sal Attack

Our orange calico furiously rolls on the stained carpet
yellow eyes wild.
Toppling face first into the sleeping space heater
she jumps up
bewildered
and sits facing the wall.

Slowly

Slowly

She turns to look over her right shoulder.

Her squirrel-y tail shimmies, taunting her.
She leaps and rolls again, grasping with both paws
pulling her tail tip toward her mouth as she somersaults across the floor
and then sprawls on her back chewing her tail contentedly
yellow eyes slitted against the overhead light.

4 comments:

Honor Louise said...

Sal has lots of energy to burn. And she has a slightly haunted quality about her. Listening to all that campaign fodder has gotten to her too. Cheer up Sal. Just a few more days and it will all be over. Nice poem, Katie.

Katie Cramer said...

Thanks, Honor. :)

ellen said...

Love your descriptions!! Sal is inspiring!
Ellen

Katie Cramer said...

Thanks, madre. :) Sometimes she inspires me too. Inspires me to spray her with water when she leaps onto the kitchen table for the 10th time in a row while I'm eating dinner and reading the paper. Grrr.