Warrior Princess

” This is about my diva cat Mary. “

By Mattea Dean

Her round ochre eyes stare complacently

From under the blanket, scrutinizing her prey-

A fuzzy blue sock


Her ear twitches, sending her voice into a high-pitched battle cry

She rises, adjusts her stance-

Then pounces


A mass of sleek black fur,

A tumble of outstretched claws and hissing throat

Then just as quickly, she backs away

Innocent and demure


She prances nonchalantly back to her perch under the blanket

The picture of composure

An angel with a demon inside


She waves her limbs in the air, begging to be petted

Her belly is scratched

And she falls into the gentle rumble of repose.