Visions

Acrostic about visions

 

Vying for my attention, the black cat slinks

in corners, on couches, with yellow eyes, blinks.

Seeing it there, but not there, I wonder

if seeing cats might be more than a blunder.

Only my heart knows the freedom it brings,

never alone, it can give my heart wings.

So, come little black cat, tell my future.

Author's Note

Just a silly poem

Reviews

[Shubham's View]

Reminds me of this fictional werecat named Solembum.

[James Paulin]

I love acrostics that rhyme and this one is cool. I would suggest another look at the last line to perhaps rhyme it within itself to end with a zing. Just great!