Cat

You always shun the
roles they force you into,
those who seek to
make a shape of you.

You sense they long to
dress you in their image,
pull the cord of a corset
till you're almost human.

But some things won't be
herded, and you are one:
like a cloud, or a river,
or free verse lineation…

That's how you dodge
the sunlight, those who
claim to know your
dark heart. You're like
the night, or something
slowly turning into
smoke before our eyes.