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
to a pale, water blue,
into a chair.
Slumping down in my seat,
a stray lock of hair
lying across my forehead,
out the window.
Coffee in one hand,
hot bowl of oatmeal in the other.
I don't care enough to do anything
in the tendrils of steam rising up from my cup of coffee and
the nights dreariness.
My gaze roves,
coming to rest,
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
Her fluff and floss orange tail is wrapped around her side lazily,
the tip swishing
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
Silently challenging me to shuffle across the room and
the door to let her out.
Her eyes are a mix of golden and orange light
like splashes of sunshine,
Suddenly her eyes flick sideways, away
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
It's soft, downy feathers are the light brown color of the waterstained chip of coffee bean on the side of the
my cup of coffee rests on.