The Poetry challenge: Prompt: animal; form: concrete; device: enjambment. My prompt is a cat; in concrete, I tried to do the poetry in the form of a cat; in enjambment, each line ends with a /, meaning the sentence goes onto the next line. Hope you enjoy it.
He’s m a s t e r of the house or so he thinks, demanding what he wants for you to do./ He'll tell the message so you will not miss/ his wish. His staring eyes will pierce you through./ So regal in his stature as he sits/ before you thinking you will read his mind./ Sometimes his eyes will close while sitting straight,/ but still his body sits in perfect line./ Just put an empty box where he can see/ perhaps a bowl that he can fit into./ He can’t resist; he’ll squeeze his body in./ Even an empty tissue box might do./ No dirty fur for this four-legged one./His tongue is busy cleaning up his fur./ (Can you imagine bathing just like this?)/ But cleanliness is part of his allure./ And yet when one has grabbed your heart,/ you're his. He cuddles near with a purr,/ demanding that you pet him. Slave concurs,/ not just with loving hands, but says, "Yes, sir."