Tuesday, January 14, 2014

character sketch poem (what's next) anything

The Cat Lady
spoke in languages no one could translate.

the four legged feline retreats to under the sofa
there was no where else for him to go to
it was cold and rainy outside
the music wasn't attracting anyone of  his friends

the cat lady changed her pajamas
into her plaid striped clothes that didn't match
 her mind was split into two hemispheres mad and crazy ever since she went off her meds 2 years ago.
she was the chosen one
she fed her kingdom store brand cat food.
when they listened

Her house was handed down generations in her family
Crazy she was the only one left now

Her mailbox, out front, was full of bills
children would throw rocks at the windows

People have come and gone trying to restrict the sound and stench of her cats

 the cat commune was owned by the cat lady, who did nothing but instigate it by adding more cats

She was the spoiler in a community. The community that wanted everything
under asphalt for the tourists. While the cat lady watered the weeds



 

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