Tuesday, April 18, 2017

grimalkin

even in her dotage
regal like a queen
her rocking chair a throne
like her grimalkin
she preens and purrs
her pace diminished
but not her grace
through slitted eyes
she watches all
verbal barbs now her claws
her smile reminiscent of
the cat that got the cream

4 comments:

  1. Her claws extended,
    She licks her lips ready to
    Feast on all our souls.

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    1. Weathered matriarch
      Still schemes from behind closed drapes
      Overlooked power

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    2. Weathered matriarch
      Still schemes from behind closed drapes
      Overlooked power

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