Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #200

I Woke Up
by Belinda Roddie

I woke up to a long and plaintive meow
from the next door neighbor's big, surly cat,
which seemed to want attention here and now
without being chased by a baseball bat.
I knew this grumpy tabby on the prowl
was looking for some petting and some food,
but when I came close, all it did was growl;
its grouchy looks mimicked its rotten mood,
though as it hopped inside on its bean-toes,
it found my roommate and started to lick
her face while she was attempting repose.
"What the Hell?" she cried. "Man, that cat's a dick!"
But instead of a meow, the cat said, "Herp,"
a hiccuping sound, while I just said, "Derp."

I recollected myself with some grass
to smoke, 'cause let me tell you, I'm no prude -
I'm used to my roommate being too crass
and to my friends being usually crude.
The cat then locked its sights on a poor bird
which rested on the pavement by a plum
that had fallen from the trash. So absurd
was the scene that I felt my ling'ring glum
emotions drop. I felt kind and gracious,
as the feline then targeted a moth.
Despite its girth, it was so tenacious,
not like a slow beast or a lazy sloth.
The night sky was murky like diatom,
the stars sparkling like when I went to prom.

This week's sonnet used ending rhyming words provided by Emilie Chiang and Lee Ann Batsel Steinmetz. Thank you both very much for your contributions!