Puss ’n’ Boots
Declawed fingers wrap kennel bars,
Poker faces hide a pacing mind.
Scratching at old dreams.
Favored fantasies of sun-soaked naps and candied
caviar,
Face a harsh reality, full of frazzled fur and
tuna-flavored gruel.
Cataclysmic.
Catechize.
Catenae.
When soulless boots were stripped away,
All that remained was a stray Tom.
Declawed fingers wrap kennel bars,
Poker faces hide a pacing mind.
Scratching at old dreams.
Favored fantasies of sun-soaked naps and candied
caviar,
Face a harsh reality, full of frazzled fur and
tuna-flavored gruel.
Cataclysmic.
Catechize.
Catenae.
When soulless boots were stripped away,
All that remained was a stray Tom.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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