Mere Cat

Today I happened upon a wicker chair

I favoured above the rest 

And found upon there 

a minx curled up in my place

Here's the thing:

It had my face. 

We stood a while, getting acquainted

I felt its cool gaze peering at me,  

as though I were imposter

To my horror, she began to speak:

"Subtle, and distinct 

And stronger than you think

I am more you than you are you"

I didn't so much awaken, right then

But it put something to bed, to rest in me

The fear, anxiety drifting to sleep

And I slink, cool as a cat into my seat

Soon enough, a familiar shadow 

looms overhead

Confused to find me there

I am the minx in the wicker chair.