MUSED Literary Magazine.
Poetry

Smoky the Kitten

Stacy Link

Smoky the kitten
Hes gray with blonde marbling
Thinks he owns the whole damn place
Literally springs on tiny paws from spot to spot
Demands a blood offering with razor-sharp claws
Play-sleep, play-sleep, play-sleep
Eat-poop
Purr-cuddle, purr-cuddle, purr-cuddle
Climbs up on you and
Puts his soft paws on your cheek
Not a claw in sight
Nestles down in your neck
Sleeps like an innocent
Wakes up like a roaring freight train.