Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Big, Fat Cat's Feet

An obese little kitty
Walked into the room,
Plopped down his bottom
And started to groom.
He sat there, a blob,
For what seemed like all day.
Then sauntered his bottom away.

The fog on my hilltop
Is much like that cat:
A lazy, unflappable
Layer of fat
Perched on the highland,
Heedless of all,
A cozy and comfortable pall.


Diana said...

I really love yours style of poetry and the metaphors/similes you use to make the poems effective.
Keep it up!

W.B. Picklesworth said...

Thank you Diana. :-)