On Being a Prisoner

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SOL March Challenge Day 28

Trapped.

Unable to move.

Hands pinned in front of me.

Starting to sweat.

Entombed.

Like King Tut

in a sarcophagus.

Unable to breathe.

Imprisoned.

Immovable object

at my back

emanating heat.

Bound

Restraints getting tighter

with each little movement.

Need to escape.

OK, cats.  Get off of the covers and let me up.

It’s time for breakfast!

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14 responses to “On Being a Prisoner

  1. Judy C.

    Too funny. These critters do have a tendency to become heavy even if they are tiny.

  2. This kept me going and thinking to the end..the last line made me laugh!

  3. Funny! Great poem – I love the ending!

  4. Your title always has me thinking, what’s the twist in this going to be? Then I wonder how food and/or cats might fit into the topic. You didn’t disappoint today. Cats and food played a vital role.

  5. As I was reading I wondered how you would end it. I was thinking it might be a “catscan” (CT scan) at the hospital. Your ending made me laugh.

  6. Hahahaha, nicely done. Darn cats.

  7. This is hilarious. Cats, ha! Definitely not what I was expecting.

    I had an MRI of my brain yesterday (migraine headaches), and your poem also describes my experience! Yikes.

  8. Such a clever and unexpected next to last line! I was happy to see the cats had trapped you, and the situation wasn’t as dire as it seemed. Keep the surprises coming – such an enjoyable read.

  9. Jaana

    Really too funny, except that is the reason why I do not like cats!

  10. Like Dana above, I thought you were experiencing an MRI. But cats, wanting cuddles, sorry the imprisonment, very funny!

  11. mrssurridge

    I also thought you were having a CT scan. What a great ending. My dog does the same thing. Oh to be a pet of a person who loves you!

  12. Haha…except it is not so funny when nature calls in the middle of the night, waking from slumber and being TRAPPED as described. But the furry faces are worth it (I guess…) 🙂

  13. I only have one cat, but at 18+ pounds, I don’t need more of them lying on me, pinning me down till morning. I know exactly how this imprisonment thing is, though this was a surprise ending! Now it makes sense, unfortunately!

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