Supermodel

All work and no play,
dims deep inner light.
Art model by day,
feline pet at night.

Dress up could be fun,
for humans not cats.
One more shoot begun,
rewarded with pats.

Wear a solemn face,
to become exempt,
but natural grace,
hinders all attempts.

Hope to run around,
finally relax,
roll yarn on the ground,
enjoy a good snack.

Are you keeping score?
Do you not have shame?
There you go once more,
calling out my name.

Hopes fall with a sigh,
but despair soon ends,
Kiss photos goodbye,
gain a true best friend.

– Grace Y. Estevez Reddy

Written for Melissa Lemay’s Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #237