top of page

Domesticated pursuit

  • Writer: Julie Williamson
    Julie Williamson
  • Nov 1, 2018
  • 1 min read

She is narrow-faced and nimble bodied, Her shifting eyes, her secretive heart. She slinks against my leg, little mewls falling from her mouth. Her body curves like a river, breath like water whispering against its bank. Like clockwork, her eyes flick to the cell in which her true desires are locked away. I understand her intentions but deprive her a few moments more.

ree

Desperate to savour these fleeting moments of affection, As she is to free the contents of that plastic prison. Another mewl, another loop around my ankle as I liberate her from her agony. She who is so ready to make me a mouse, with actions always wrapped in agenda. I may hold the key, but we know the true predator in this game. For my sweet little tabby wears not a collar, but the crown.

Comments


© 2023 by Julie Williamson. Proudly Created with Wix.com

bottom of page