WHO IS SHE?

by - Monday, September 14, 2015

Her Excellency
The orbs of her eyes are like diamonds - 
 They bulge with gentle precision; shiny and bright.
Her hair is as soft and black as the 8pm ambience in a West African city,
And her skin is ever as clement as Californian summer.
Her legs are long and her body is slender
When he holds her close she is warm and tender

Walloping amid the glooms she seems so tall
Looking much closer she's not there at all
She is here, she is there, and she is nowhere to be found.
Always in trouble with her curious ways
She stays out all night and sleeps in all day
Always believes he must open the door
There isn't a sound as she walks on the floor

Creeps into his room and sits up on his bed
Such lazy little female, sitting up does not seem to suit her,
She prefers to lay… 
Then she closes her languid eyes and pretends to sleep
So when he is fast asleep, she gets up,
Gives gentle kisses on his nose and his head

She will not arise when he beacons
Walks right past as if he’s not there at all
If he wants to work she wants to play
Doesn't care if he disremembers her birthday
Only runs when she wants to assassinate kitchen thieves.

Is she his wife or is she his lover
Is she a friend or is she his mother
She is none of those things but she belongs to him
This beautiful creature is my neighbour’s cat.

BY: DAMILOLA IGE
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