Lady Fini

I imagine your thoughts to trail off in French, Politely demanding the finest pâté, Then taking repose on a Tuileries bench. An elegant lady dressed in all black, Sipping Merlot on l’Île Saint-Louis, Your citrine gaze ever poised to attack. You are not one for sunshine, A queen of the night, My little feline! Are you the trapped soul of Simone de Beauvoir? Mon petit chat noir.

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Steven Young

Date: 11/23/2023 5:34:00 AM

Mon petite chat noir.... yes! I can see her. Just... is her soul trapped or free? Seems like she found her soulmate, and she's living a pretty good life ;)

Steven Young
Date: 4/7/2024 9:29:00 AM

Yeah... I often wonder whose soul is living in cats and dogs I've known. What do you mean trying? At least she still shares him with you ;)

Kate Davies
Date: 11/23/2023 5:40:00 AM

Ha, it's an ode to my fluffy black cat, Fini. If Simone is in there then she is enjoying a very pampered life within my cat and trying to steal my husband!!