Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 03/11/20

Black Cat Audition

Look at them all
standing in fe-line
catatonic clones
leaded like dogs
to walk to heel
so easily led.
Oh the irony
the catastrophe!
Not a tail of terror
amongst them
copycat clones
waiting their turn
stars in their cats-eyes
shining darkly
awaiting their prize
When it’s my turn
my hackles will rise
my combed fur will bristle
my tail will rise and wave
my teeth will bare
with snarls
and spits
as befits
a film star with a tail of terror.

Β©2020 Lynn White All rights reserved.


Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy, and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Light Journal and So It Goes. Find Lynn at: and

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