Sunday Muse Poem ~~ The Cat

 

The Cat 

it began with expectancy,  

a night with The Cat, 

Halloween one 

her cat 

a night of fun

tonight, 

though he rubbed her leg, 

begged to be petted 

or scratched, 

even so,

he seemed to be 

melancholy 

The Cat,

he'd been like that before 

ended the night 

showing his meanness 

in various ways 

sometimes 

drawing scarlet from 

her veins, arm legs back 

and thighs 

this night was like that 

only worse 

he scratched 

and clawed and 

bit her everywhere 

she was oozing red 

even from beneath 

her clothes

pounced on her throat 

teeth seemed like a 

vampire's fangs 

deep they sank 

she could hardly breath, 

his body pressing hard 

against her larynx, 

there for his 

taking 

by strength she didn't know she had

she grabbed him by the throat and 

picked him up, his claws thrashing

he was gasping for air now, 

pushing himself away

she ran with him that way

threw him into his kennel. 

out on the back porch 

 there to stay until 

he gets nice 

again

another night 

another fight 

this time 

meaner than before 

time to be serious with 

him? 

her cat, 

The Cat, 

her one and only 

true love 

should she tell her dad 

could she tell her dad 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo furnished by Fireblossom, at the link below, for our inspiration to write 

 - I am linked with Fireblossom at Sunday Muse #148, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/02/sunday-muse-148.html?m=1