A Beast She Is

sleeping kitten

Beast, she is, my
Cat with claws and teeth as sharp as
Daggers, yet she
Eats her dish of
Fancy Feast with
Haute attention

I let this beast
Jump on my lap to
Keep me company but
Let me not forget her claws or
My pants will turn to ribbons

Napping is
Of course, her favorite
Pastime, she can
Rest for hours on end as a
Soft sphere of purr

Timid she is, hiding
Under the bed if
Visitors come a-calling, but
When snuggling with me she’s in
Xanadu, a
Yogi in
Zen meditation

NaPoWriMo2019logo Day Nineteen prompt:  Write an abecedarian poem – a poem in which the word choice follows the words/order of the alphabet.


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