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.)
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