Every day I watched the girl.
She had a pet fawn named Blanco
And kept a brush up her long sleeves
To groom his gleaming white coat.
One day I smelled fish cooking
On smoking mesquite wood;
My instincts took over
And I crept up to the door
Where the girl and Blanco played.
I did not apologize,
But brazened it out,
For I am a cat,
And that is what we do.
Luckily, it turned out,
She could love me too.
Poetry Prompt via Robert Peake (get yours!):
Include as many of the following words (or variations on these words) as you can:
forgetful, blanco, total, vanquished, physical, traced, chestnuts, apologize, exposed, persons, sleeves, instincts, vain, mesquite, razor
- Include a familiar smell
[discovered at Larry’s blog]