The Footstool

The stool sits below the window sill,

a blue sky shining down upon it.

Laden with white and orange cat hair,

and dirt from the bottoms of untied shoes.

 

The legs aren’t straight anymore,

a nail is off, so one bends inward.

Ornamental, they were lathed,

and painted black atop the grain.

 

The upholstery is changed,

from the bright green velvet it once was.

The owner’s voice comes through the

floral print fabric covering the former.

 

The owner fastened the new pattern

with hot glue to the underside.

With hope, the second rate DIY

will go unnoticed to the casual guest. 

Author's Note

This assignment was an object poem requiring the following words:
Sky
Nail
Voice
Hope