I'm spending some of my time this summer working at the BlueDog Coffeehouse. However, my hours are very few at the moment, while I'm still trying to get back into the swing of things and go through all the necessary training. So, I have been spending a lot of my free time writing and editing and maybe, eventually submitting things for publication. A scary thought, indeed. But, I thought it might be a good idea to put some of my stuff up here, and if anyone wants to critique it that would be great. If not, whatever.
Here's a poem. It's anti-cat. So, if you are pro-cat, be forewarned. I don't like cats.
Felinophobia
The whole shebang remains the cat’s damn fault.
Black scraggly beast from down the block, that rogue.
That foolish feline got what he deserved.
At my peaceful window earlier that night,
my hands were wrinkled, wet like paper in rain,
my fingers soapy, slippery, when that brute
appeared and snarled at me, its whiskers wet
from stolen milk. The glass squirmed out of my hand
and fell with a piercing cry, its pieces leapt
about my kitchen floor. With deepening
frustration, I bent, retrieving shards, so sharp
they bit my palms with itchy stings. My skin
was nicked. I didn’t deserve those crimson stains.
So I gave those pestering cuts to the cat
as well. I pitched the glass at his midnight fur.
His mews began to sizzle, boiling like
cold water on a heated pot. I glanced outside
to see my annoyance die upon the lawn.
