Yellow-Eyed Lola
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Heidi Rose
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Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Last night sleeping
in a bedroom with our new kitty
Lola.
She’s always meowing
in the mornings
I thought
She could use a friend.
I brought my blanket
looking into her round harvest-moon eyes
I stroked her soft gray fur
before turning off the light.
A black silhouette
with fluffy edges
moved softly through the darkness
black paws traipsed right over me.
5:30am
Being in the same room,
meowing sounded even louder-
so much for company.
At least
now I know how she
gets up on the top bunk
(not levitation
like we originally thought)
This poem was written just yesterday for my Creative Writing portfolio.
Hope you like. :)
Very nice poem. I'm absolute rubbish at poetry but I can appreciate it. Thanks for this!
Love it! Oh Lola!
So how does she do it?? I still think she hovers up there..
It was actually very frightening, because I wasn't expecting it. She climbed onto the bedside shelf and hopped up onto the bed.
the one with the books or the fridge?
The one with the books.
crazy! silly kitty