Poetry Portraits

Inka
By Rachel

Inka is my kitten,
But don’t be fooled by that.
Slinks around looking for trouble,
But she is a nice cat.

She is always in the way,
Nearly getting stepped on,
But when you finally want her,
She’s almost always gone.

Always sneaking from behind,
She strikes out then attacks,
When our other cat sees this move,
She gives Inka some smacks.

Inka is my kitten,
She is very sweet,
Even though Inka slinks around,
I think it’s a real treat,
To have her as my kitten.


This Poem is written in iambic form. This is the main form of poetry that Emily Dickinson wrote poems in.