Tugging on feathers with teeth clenched tight
Opening seams with razor like claws
Yearning to rip out it’s pheromone soaked stuffing.
Batting it all about like a soccer ball
Into the air, with a careless thought tossed,
Rolling, writhing like in a wrestling match’
Down to the floor it drops like a rock,
Inside my mouth, so soft, so 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.