My name is Scarlet Hinderscheid and I am a junior. Before the class started, I wasn't sure if I would enjoy it but I ended up really enjoying the process and the class! Down below is one of my poems that I worked on called 'The White Kitten'.
The White Kitten
The winter snow falls unforgivingly.
The blizzard of snowflakes blowing in the wind as they settle to the ground,
The light posts illuminating the flurry of crystals.
People close their windows and snuggle up into fuzzy blankets.
Outside, a kitten rests in a damp cardboard box, desperately wishing for a thicker coat of fur, a warmer home or anything that could help the poor kitten stay warm.
To a person the snowfall would feel comforting like a hug from the elements,
but to a kitten it felt like the snow blew right through her delicate coat.
In a home nearby, warm yellow lights reflect on the kittens fur, white as the snow that descends.
The kitten treks her way to the home and makes it to the front door.
She burrows her face near the bottom of the door that lets little heat escape.
She scratches at the door to get anyone’s attention.
Scratch
Scratch
Scratch
The door opens and a man picks her up and sets her back outside, “I’m sorry little one but I am allergic and you’re not allowed here.” He says.
The kitten walks back to her box feeling defeated.
Hoping that she can outlive the snowfall she attempts to sleep away her goosebumps from the cold.
But in the morning she was nowhere to be seen.
Just a protruding white paw camouflaged in the surroundings of the cloudy snow.