Poem: "Ghost Mittens"
This poem is from the October 13, 2009 Poetry Fishbowl. It was prompted by nekomata and is about ... a nekomata! You can read about this Japanese creature on the Obakemono Project. At heart, a monster cat is still a cat. This poem was sponsored by dormouse_in_tea.
Ghost Mittens
By day the funeral parlor is a peaceful place.
It smells of lilies, and the lights are low,
and tasteful music plays in the background.
A gray cat with two white paws and a curiously forked tail
sleeps serenely on the rose-printed couch.
By night the funeral parlor is not so quiet
when the cat slips her white mittens onto a man’s corpse
and watches the ghostly tom rise from the dead flesh.
She leads him on a wild romp through the wilting lilies and,
in the morning, pretends innocence.
Ghost Mittens
By day the funeral parlor is a peaceful place.
It smells of lilies, and the lights are low,
and tasteful music plays in the background.
A gray cat with two white paws and a curiously forked tail
sleeps serenely on the rose-printed couch.
By night the funeral parlor is not so quiet
when the cat slips her white mittens onto a man’s corpse
and watches the ghostly tom rise from the dead flesh.
She leads him on a wild romp through the wilting lilies and,
in the morning, pretends innocence.