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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Animal · #2125387
The agenda of the prowling cat
Wake now man
We must speak
Gaze thine eyes upon screaming toads

Claws ripping at your flesh
So sweet
Fluffy tufts tumbleweed and roll

Mine whiskers arrest your rest
Three AM its time I murder
Their cries are loud oh their shrieks
Brings thine cricket cat mouse herders

Wake thoust human
Take your peeps
Then change mine littered paper pads
Scratch mine back
So chicly fleek
Then pet my furry sordid ass

Show me thoust belongs to me
To hairy creatures delivering meat
I softly clasp thoust supple skin
To knead mine needs and greet

Thoust are fondly just mine man
Claimed as served servant to this home
So arrest this house mine feline friends
For this human dost I own
The time to hunt is now I claim
The man abides my commands

Soon through the window crawled a cattily team
Whiskers in a band
They took mans bed to make it owned
Twelve more legs surrounded six
To bop and pop and slash
Cat warned
If human dared to trick

Mine hunter friends will slither snakely home
Once they have slept and eaten
All they ask is that you wait
Say nothing except to greet them

Sixty more needles to prick thine sisters
Toads and mice and crickets
Sixty minutes to hunt our dinners
And you must wake to witness

At four AM you may sleep again
Till then shrieking hops and crashing
After cries and rips and paws fill belly
We will have no more need for slashing

Let us quiet now the screaming toads
Watch entranced while we work
For if you sleep a single wink
Your feet will surely hurt
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