Thursday, November 3, 2016

To Terra, the Terrible.

She was sweet
At first
Cuddling in hoodie pockets
Purring on pillows

But then, she grew

To do great feats
in plain sight 
Atop a 10 foot armoire

Even to those she knew

Her meet and greet
Could be a hiss 
Or bite
Or spit 

Across space she flew

She was not neat
Sculptures, drapes broken and torn
Couches slashed
Plants toppled

And time, in time, took its payment due

Age and injury meet
Slowing days  
And sleeping in the sun
purring on pillows

At last

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