Reflections of a 13 lb. serial killer

Get it! Eat it! Bite it’s head!
Bat it! Paw it! Kill it dead!
Smack it! Skid it! Under the stove!
Get it back! Get it back! I saw it move!

Bap bap bap it on the maw!
Hold it firm beneath my paw!
Grasp it hard between my teeth
Just to play–not to eat!
Claw it, stalk it, see it, hiss!
Pounce again–I saw it twitch!

Palm it hard against the wall,
Set it up and watch it fall,
Smack its tail until it breaks
Pummel the furry little freak!

Nibble its feet and chew its neck

Leave its body bones and blech.
Chomp its fur and lick the blood
(Not quite as good as my canned

 Drop some bits across the floor-
It doesn’t need those bits no more!
Juggle it between my feet
Lick the matter from my teeth!

Every prey is fun and new,
And they’re so exciting to play with, too!
An orgy of violence that I must do…
Before I leave it on the porch.
For you.

0 thoughts on “Reflections of a 13 lb. serial killer”

  1. DecRainK says:

    Kitties are so fun 🙂

  2. Kris says:

    I have to wonder if you've been observing MY cats! That was perfect!

  3. Galad says:

    But you get presents! Bloody, furry presents,but presents nonetheless 🙂

  4. Donna Lee says:

    Sounds like what the goblins sing in LOTR. Much gnashing of teeth and using of claws. Maybe cats have some goblin blood?

  5. roxie says:

    I'm going to make copies of this! Lurve it!

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