On December 9, 2020, P.T. Wyant posted at ptwyant.com a Wednesday Words prompt involving an old woman muttering to herself, a recently released prisoner, and a cinnamon roll.
This poem was the result…
The old woman mutters to herself
Not realizing she’s aged, caught up in her own thoughts
She has to keep an eye on the recently released prisoner
Just how many times has he been caged for biting his sister?
As always he’s the picture of pink-nosed innocence
Whiskers upturned, licking his gray and white fur
Admirers coo over him, unable to believe he’s guilty of his crimes
One even offers him a cinnamon roll
Knowing he shouldn’t have one, unable to resist his big green eyes
His sister sulks and watches from a corner
Shunning everyone’s good will, not getting any herself
Disgusted how everyone is fooled by her brother’s act
Even though she was watching, waiting outside his cage during his imprisonment
Watching him with a forlorn expression as he languished there
Such a strange, toothy sensation love can be
Even when those in its grip like each other less.
