It stood there in silence,
Possessed and frozen in time.
It was my friend and I knew it had to be peaceful.
I was second-guessing such a decision,
Though I have known about the nature of such fickle felines.
Such a face, one couldn’t resist.
It was almost as if I were compelled to rescue it.
It tugged at my heartstrings and it finally won me over.
At first it was hesitant, but so was I.
Was I ready to take the responsibility of such an animal?
Little did I know, such a decision would change my life.

The cat let out its sad face and bulgy eyes.
How deceiving it was, such a disguise.
He came across as such a loving creature,
But little did I know of his hideous features.
The little guy lived life in the eyes of a lie.
Such a sly guy, who’s evil ran deep inside.
His emotions were running deep as an ocean imploding,
But he had to conceal it so no one can feel it,
Or see how, real now, what his plans boiled down, to.

Throughout the day he acted like that of a cat.
Nothing deformed, just the norm for a cat.
Nothing too suspicious for a black cat,
No need to be superstitious with that.
Though at night there was a slight, inclination,
Or interpretation, of an odd sight.
The town went wild and screeched out of fright.
A panther on the run?
It pillaged and ravaged the village.
What a savage animal, should take the penalty of a cannibal.

The next day the cat was gone.
It came back to me late in the evening after all my grieving.
What I least expected was for it to start speaking.
It apologized for such destruction, irritation, and devastation.
I was at a loss for words, but two thirds of me believed his plea.
Had he truthfully learned his lesson,
From the likes of his confession, I’m just guessin’,
I mean I reckon he won’t continue,
That this won’t be a reissue.
Cantankerous no more?