It's Still Life

A Cat Is Sat Under My Car

The neighbour’s cat
is under my car.
It usually comes out
if you call its name.

Ooooh, Marmalade.

It stretches. Long and
fat – its belly nearly
on the ground.
It stops. It stares.

Stranger danger,
everywhere.
Friends or foe,
it’s not to know.

Marmalade, I call again.

It’s a silly name for a cat
that’s not even orange.

for Miz Quickly’s Day 19: Play with Colour
(note: “is sat” is a Sussex colloquium.)