Readycat
When you look at me, you immediately form an opinion.
Your inconsiderate opinion is more often a wrong one.
You look down on me as if I were a bum or a stray.
I was born here, and this is where I will always stay.
It's like this: you think that I am timid and defenseless.
You also think that I am both scratchless and toothless.
You roll your eyes at me as if I am clawless and clueless.
You are certain that I am ready to run at the drop of a hat.
Yes, I sit on a cushy couch against a soft snit-covered pillow.
What you don't know is that I am prepared to protect what's mine,
and I will fight to the death for my portion of this couch which is
the entire sofa. You may look and stare or even come in real close.
You may even pretend to be a photographer and take pictures of me;
but you may not sit or even touch any part of me nor this sofa.
In case you missed something I just said, let me put it another way.
As you can see, I am clothed in a beautiful black and white fur coating;
and there isn't a trace of any other colors. There is nothing 'gray' about me.
I'm 'black and white', as plain as the light of day, and I mean every word I say. So I beg of you to hear me well. Stay out of my way, and everything between you and me will be okay.
10212017 PoSoupContest, Personification Poem, Tania Kitchin, 1P
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