Friday, April 17, 2009

Poetry month -- Day 21 -- sort of

Back to Buster and Chloe's story -- now it is Chloe's turn. I choose Alliteration. I did go a bit (well, a lot) overboard with the alliteration. Read out loud, the poem sounds like a bunch of hissing cats, but given the subject matter, that is not a bad effect.

21 – Alliteration

Spied
Amid a sea of scampering cats
Striving to be seen
At the city shelter,
She sits in shadows,
Separate.

She sounds a sweet, yet soulful, song
That pierces the discord
Of the shuffling others.
Spotted, speckled and striped,
And scrawny.

She stares with striking topaz eyes.
She is scooped up and snared.
She settles softly,
Snuggling my shoulder.
Still she sings.
Sold!

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