300 words on cats |
Gaze thine eyes upon screaming toads Claws ripping through flesh A tuft tumbles by tumbleweed Whiskers born of narcissism Three AM is time for murder They cry oh how they shriek Perhaps a cricket cat or mouse Wake now human take thine peep Change mine littered paper pads Scratch mine back So fleek Pet me show me thoust belongs Furry creatures doth owneth me Softly clasping to mine skins How they knead their needs and shout Thoust are fondly just mine man Each claims served servant Arrests thine house Twelve legs upon mine bed now Creep How they bop and pop and slash Fourteen including human Deep As they snakely slither past They ask Sixty needles to prick thine sisters Make it silent and only we Too many fangs to feed those kittens Perhaps thine man whilst let them bleed At four AM I wake to more Screaming ripping claws More tufts tumble by as weeds Leering in the dark Narcoleptic eyes for night How they prey Hoping peers starve They hunt and whisper Oh those purrrfect natured cows How they love and hiss a warn With selfish sweetly frowns Each furry snakely toad a god Twelve legs upon mine bed still pounce Sixty pricks pinning shots They tack me to thine surfaces Each creature hugs mine bod A lowly servant man thats fraught Claimed by thine purrrfect fleas in lot Let thine tumbleweeds roll Let thoust creatures have thine rest Those purrrfect natured cows They groan Those wardens kneading chests Pleas their goading whispered cries Thy cannot sleep without thoust watch Thoust screaming clawing ripping fits How sane I feel to belong Swaddled by those clutching kits Servant of the midnight gods Claw me bite me rip mine flesh To scratch thoust head till dawn |