Miss Ming

Miss Ming gazes into the mirror,
   knowing she is pretty.
She spends hours there,
   staring into misty blue eyes.
Her soft, fluffy hair flows,
   from chocloate brown
      to creamy beige,
   back to chocolate brown.
It gathers together on her face
   forming a masquerade mask
      around her glittering eyes
    touching her onyx nose.
She sits like a queen, worshipped in Egypt
    charcoal tail curling around
       perfect socked paws.
Her eyes open and close slowly
    acknowledging social graces.
She turns and looks from the corner
    trying to catch her best side.
Though grey now sprinkles her face
    in her thriteenth year,
Miss Ming's youth is watched in vain.

Background and button created by me. Please ask to borrow.
Image is a detail from "Stilllife" by Michael Parks