The Poetry of Primadonna Angela

Primadonna Angela


The Intruder

Who is that, sneaking on my front lawn?
I don't recognize you
Hey, you don't belong here,
Go away!

You just stare at me but
make no move
I yell for you to go away,
you filthy intruder
You who leave dirty footprints
everywhere
But you don't even understand
because
you're just an overgrown
alley cat.

29-07-1999