Tugging on feathers with teeth clenched tight as clamps
Opening seams with razor like claws
Yearning to rip out it’s pheromone soaked stuffing like a fevered addict
Batting it all about like it’s a paper ball
Into the air it’s tossed like a careless thought
Rolling and writhing like we’re in a wrestling match
Down to the floor it drops like a rock
Inside my mouth like a tender morsel, so soft and chewy
Eventually it will be more shredded than a bowl of wheat.
Soon I’ll be presented with a new one just like it.
Poetry 101 Day 2: We’re to write something about a Gift, in an Acrostic form using Similes. Guess what I got? It’s one of my favourite things, and there’s something like a gift inside it too. Human mom had recently learned about acrostics and had already written one using my name, but she didn’t use similies and it’s not really about a gift, so we’ll save it for a later post.