Ode to Zo
Scars hidden beneath the slick shag carpeting
That sways when she runs
Like midnight prairie grasses waving in the wind.
Two front feet with scuffed white toes
Complement the frayed silk stripe trickling
From chin to tummy.
Too cunning to smile and mean well,
Her evil eye makes most unsteady.
She’ll invite herself to your seat,
And you can stay there if you like but
She will win every fight for her spot.
She’ll initiate a stare-down,
Intently looking for your blink,
But her Velociraptor eyes will break your concentration:
She’s reading your mind,
She knows what you’re thinking.
Her charming chocolate windows
Are bullet-proof to your every effort…
Her eyes will never open up to let you in to hear her secrets,
Her stories from the street.
