Poem 93: Ordinary

Creamsicle cat

Has sixteen whiskers

All of them white, but one.

Draped like a scarf

Across my pillow, 

He wakes, lifts his head, 

And trills a soft question.

One brown whisker

Among all the pink, 

And white,

And apricot--

A reminder that, while

Elegant and lithe,

Beloved and beautiful,

He is not precious,

But ordinary,

And gorgeously at peace

With his ordinariness 

And his single, brown whisker. 

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

Poem 93: Ordinary