TEEN
05/12/2012 12:43 pm ET

TEEN POETRY: 'An Ode To A Cat'

This is a regular column featuring original poetry and fiction by and for teens, provided by Figment.com, an online community writing site for young people.

By Katherine Paik

In the morning,
when the sky is barely
coming
in
to a pale, water blue,
I stumble
into a chair.

Slumping down in my seat,
a stray lock of hair
lying across my forehead,
I stare,
groggily,
out the window.

Coffee in one hand,
hot bowl of oatmeal in the other.
I don't care enough to do anything
except
bury
my
face
in the tendrils of steam rising up from my cup of coffee and
sigh
away
the nights dreariness.
My gaze roves,
coming to rest,
on a
tangerine cat.

She watches me out of the corner of her eye.
Perched next to the door,
contemplating me with her eyes narrowed into slants like the a bird of prey,
her whole stature is taut as if ready to leap
through
the
air.
Her fluff and floss orange tail is wrapped around her side lazily,
the tip swishing
back and
forth.
A tuft of fur stuck onto the bristles of the carpet,
she pins me with her stare.

The two golden globes just above her nose focused in that
unrelenting,
unbreaking,
wonderful gaze.
Silently challenging me to shuffle across the room and
creak
open
the door to let her out.
Her eyes are a mix of golden and orange light
like splashes of sunshine,
or,
I laugh,
orange juice.
Suddenly her eyes flick sideways, away
from
mine
and the moment is broken.
Me returning to my cup of coffee,
her eyes focused sideways on a red breasted bird ,
its chest almost indiscernible amongst the rose petals of the little bush
under
my
window .
It's soft, downy feathers are the light brown color of the waterstained chip of coffee bean on the side of the
little
plate
my cup of coffee rests on.

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