‘Touch not the cat
without the glove.’
My scowl should warn you,
I’m not your typical tabby.
Brows knitted,
blunt is my nature.
Even alone,
I am a glaring of cat.
Exposed in the twilight
far from cairn or den,
my hackles rise
at your approach.
Do not seek me out.
Though I once purred,
my voice has muted
to only spit and sting.
You can try and tame me,
only I will walk away
unscathed.
About the Author
Gerry Stewart is a poet, creative writing tutor and editor based in Finland. Her poetry collection Post-Holiday Blues was published by Flambard Press, UK. Totems is to be published by Hedgehog Poetry Press in 2021. Her writing blog can be found at http://thistlewren.blogspot.fi/ and @grimalkingerry on Twitter.
