Pallet Palace - It

Spongy brown fingers quenched by gentle tide Eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sandy beach* Lapping crystal mix of silt risen rush Injects me with lovely imaginings Purrballs scooping milk with ridgy cupped tongues I'm zebra confined, house stripes shade on sun Pallet paradise by the pier, free rent Fat foot kids trample, rudimentary rods Raised to find fish among pungent mangroves The label I hide on my wine bottle* Some ask can they come into my cubby I wander off, tell them sure, it's all yours Kids are too big, - I like them less than cats They told me of the psycho cat's demise* Psychotic in my absence, poor purrballs A busy home befitted me, writhing With action, scratching, litters, loud implores Wrapped leg tailed affection restored meaning Virus had no impact, purr friend Kingdom Council had no business disrupting us Sabbatical dreams after quarantine* Let me sit again amongst my purrballs Families leave with their buckets fishless Within woody walls, water tint glass green I lay blanketed by fish fattened cats Piled purposefully, though haphazardly On rocking vessel built of curved pallets Bobbing on mangrove mazes burgeoning With seafood delights no can can contain Vino voyages bring my purrballs back 6th September Collaboration Poetry Contest Sponsor : Kim Rodrigues I own only a phone, with no font change capacity, may edit to bold if I get to a PC. * end of lines marks the prompts given.