old friend

Merlin will be 100 
in cat years in a few
short months
a mischievous 
imp he is
with fading eyes
and random patches 
of gray, a toothless
mouth that pouts
when he mews, but
he still wears
his tuxedo coat like
a regal gentleman
who dines on pâté
while demanding the 
servitude of his 
ever-devoted human

(that would be me)

of course i comply
to his every whim
i’m a sucker for 
soft fur, and deep
rhythmic purrs
mesmerized by
the dark flecks 
in his green eyes
deep as wells 
and by the trust 
implied by his gaze
having tested me 
these twenty-one years

~kat

Na/GloPoWriMo 2022 - Day 24 Prompt: write a poem in which you describe something with a hard-boiled simile. Feel free to use just one, or try to go for broke and stuff your poem with similes till it’s . . . as dense as bread baked by a plumber, as round as the eyes of a girl who wants you to think she’s never heard such language, and as easy to miss as a brass band in a cathedral.

Now I don’t know if my similes are all that, (as mentioned in the examples above), but I did manage to pen a few. They say one should always write what one knowS. I guess you could say I know my subject quite well, like an old friend he is…my gentleman kittie, Merlin.