Daily Poem Entries

Subtle Domestication

Subtle Domestication

The cat curls upon my chest,
her purr thrumming in my ear,
pure contentment and trust
resonant in the sound,
like the chirr of insects calling
in the sunbeat heat of noon.

This warmth between us,
soft and healing glow
in both our beings,
so far from her repute
of hauteur and disdain,
takes no account of reason.

No, this quiet assassin
of nightly rodent hunts,
who does not flump or plonk,
she it is, so delicate,
that kneads and turns
and settles like a cloud.


Line count: 18
Form: Free verse
For The Daily Poem, 10.27.24
Prompt: Using at least four of these words, write an onomatopoeia-heavy poem:
Plonk, Scritch, Thrum, Chirr, Scroop, Squelch, Flump.