Written for OLWG #27
The dark coffee swirls in the bottom of the cup – the steam
wafts, I breathe deep and savour the aroma, replace the carafe
Beneath the colonial chair, piled high – covered in books, magazines, and sewing notions
an orange stripey Mama cat crouches
A knotted piece of thread lies still and quiet on the cool wooden floor
it’s already dead, I killed it last night, thinking it was a spider
Blitzkrieg! Mama Kitty pounces with homicide in her eye
her sharp fangs and claws flashing makes short work of murder
She roughs him up some, purely for show, then presents
me with the corpse – a gift, an offering of some sort
Breathing a sigh of relief I sip from my cup – Mama’s guilty;
everyone saw, I’ll get away with it.
This week’s prompts are
- get away with it
- Here kitty, kitty, kitty
- You shouldn’t ask me that