Day 13’s Prompt: write about finding something.
Day 13’s twist: if you wrote day four’s post as the first in a series, use this one as the second installment — loosely defined.
Since I submitted a Petrarchan Sonnet for the previous post in this series, I have attempted to follow it up with a Terza Rima. The Terza Rima form follows aba bcb cdc ded etc repeat with lines the same length. It is usually in iambic pentameter, but I strayed from this requirement plus I switched up the last stanza.
This is such a formal form, I don’t think my voice rings through.
Black and white kitty with a moustached face
Lost or abandoned, feral life of hell
Ferocious hunter, pouncing prey a race
Secret neighbourhood paths you know so well
Hidden from humans your gender a guess
Male, female, spayed, neutered? No one can tell
Well-mannered kitty never leaves a mess
Human wary, those brooms and boots they toss
Warm engine blocks dangerous for a rest
Harmless hands held out, no scent to betray
Sniffs, licks, purrs, a memory of your loss
Soft fur baby move in my home today.
Cheryle April 2015 Terza Rima