Fake Moccasins

I bought these beautiful things at a local K-Mart. I've been wearing them non-stop ever since. This poem was written for the Shoes or Feet challenge over at Poetry Jam. 

Leather straps cross at the seams

Tightening just enough to breath

The sole flowing across my foot

To the tip of the thirteenth strut

Insulated by the rubber heel to toe.

Darker than a midnight black

It's surface soft as a tabby cat

But smooth as the canvas-like hide

In which it fits to the contours.

A bow wrapped on its chest

And a plaid jacket under its flap

They are as elegant as it gets.

I'll place them next to the fireplace.