She had a leather sofa

She had a leather sofa
Sitting by the wall
It still had eye sockets
And it answered when she called

I was afraid that I would ruin it
Scratch and cut and bruise it
Attack it and confuse it
As it prowled around the room

Like a lion in a café
That roamed around cage
And jumped out of the window
In a kind of rage

this leather sofa blues confused me
I’m sensitive to things like that
and I don’t think anyone should sit there
If they’re easily scratched by a cat

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012