The Flat Cat

The Flat Cat

The prisoner rubs warmly against my arm as I write
Imprisoned for no crime
Who does she amuse?
This furry lady of Shallot -
Weaves no magic web of colours gay -
No curse will come upon her
If she strays outside - not mirrored ways.
Her bell tinkles ironically
For straying cattle I can see the logic
But not a small cat
Who would surely find her own way home.

Author: Ann Price

Photo: Daria Shatova on Unsplash

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