How perfectly precise the particles cling to trousers, housecoats, linens, and chairs. Perceptible strands of furry debris, perennial tracks of feline leavings grind their way into fibers, bury their way into carpets. Pervasive fuzz of variegated hues, calico patterns on suiting blues. Traces of tabby astound, tortie fur confounds the vacuum cleaner’s best efforts to remove the mess. Nevertheless you might guess, kitty-cats are the pets I love best.
This poetry assignment was loads of fun, but yeah… I don’t think I should quit my day job. LOL
*Writing 201: Poetry, Assignment Three