Frustration
Frustration sits on the top of the wardrobe
blinking at me, ears twitching,
tail up.
Frustration follows my every move with her eyes,
green as emeralds, alluring
but aloof.
Frustration is my black cat, purring,
knowing that I can't reach her,
arching her back.
I make a grab for her when I can
but she leaves me breathless
gritting my teeth.
She always has the upper hand,
always rules the roost,
my cat.
We ignore each other for a while,
she'll stare at the wall, pretend to plot flies,
all hypnotised.
The she'll come and sit on my lap,
on her terms, never mine
to butter me up.
poem by Ruth Walters
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