Synaesthesia Magazine Nonsense | Page 59

When I gave the order to move

he turned around and looked at me.

‘Go away and leave me alone’

he said in his husky voice.

I did as I was asked

but not before I noticed

he was wearing one of my black suits

and on his hooves,

two pairs of my boots.

Shivering ribs, she sits in my palm.

Those naïve, quiet eyes

look up at me as she sings a song,

her contralto voice sedating.

Before she finished the chorus

she disappeared out the back door.

Kitten

Illustration by Domnic Myatt

Animalistics