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 

Weekly Scribblings prose poem -- Loving Three

He "be an uncrushed flower"

A regular guy and Mother likes him.  He meets her order, she'll have kids like him.  A breeder, she calls him "Joe" 

We "burst into constellations of dance"

Way too young for most, a boy toy so nice fulfilled her every whim.  She taught him every loving move he makes. Now he's starting to make his own. Another keeper, stays with her.  She calls him "Jimmy Boy, the Butler here" 

"Love can be a monster, or not"

Her third choice truly loves her, experienced in all ways.  Taught her much.   Ravishing her over and over.  A monster with teeth of Jell-O and bubble gum mix, perfect for the tasty nibbles he takes.  She gurgles with delight and calls him "Igor".  Imagine to your wildest extent, Igor would be there

 _ _ _ 

Liked them all   

Fulfilling her needs and desires 

She's keeping all three

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 - Poem and Photo Copyright , Jimmiehov 2921, All Rights Reserved 

 - I'm linked with Rommy at the Writer's Pantry #58, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/02/writers-pantry-58-is-it-spring-yet.html 

and

 - I'm linked with Magaly Guerrero at Weekly Scribblings #57, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/02/weekly-scribblings-57-let-us-write.html?m=1  

 - Magaly has written three nice poems linked by my  titles and wishes for us to use one or more of her titles for our writing.  I used all three as openings for my three paragraphs here. 

 - The pictured two inch small wooden dolls are a part of a toy village that our younger daughter had when little.  They are about 40 years old.

(And if she soured shed them one by one??)