The sky puffed out in a hissy fitof monumental ... hissisity.
It chased its tail from one horizon
to the other and back again, bared
its teeth in wind and rain - never heard
her growl like that: sounded like thunder.
Lightning sparked from her eyes as she tore
around the room - this sweet little cat
I'd named Katrina was a demon
in disguise. Have the scars to prove it ...
(c) 2007, Karla Dorman
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