No Wonder

I celebrate my femininity
Said the Poet
Twirling in her red dancing skirt.
Never mind that
My parents wanted me born a boy.

Of all the others
In the bucket on the fence
For the taking,
I was left behind
Judged flawed
Because of a dent in one side,
Cried the lemon.
Don’t they know?
I am just as juicy as the others.

All these years
She loved only gray cats
And when we met.
She chose me…
I’m beguiling,
said the White Cat.
It is my nature.