Death Cats

I creep through my house

In middle of a stormy night

I am on the hunt for a glass of milk

But little do I know

I am the prey

Of what I thought was my sweet, gentle pet

 

Before I can finish my glass of dairy

Something in the corner catches my eye

I look around for any danger in sight

 

I suddenly see the eyes of pure evil

In the dark shadows before me

Like Satan is living in my own home

Yellow and bright, they stare through me

To them, I am just tonight’s dinner

 

I quickly attempt

To return to the solace of my bedroom

 

It appears that in the dark of the night

My gentle kitty, is now the source of my fright

 

Fierce like fire

It leaps from its hiding place

It glides like a butterfly of pure poison

And I am horrified

 

I open my mouth

But no sound comes out

 

I try to scream

But only a whisper escapes my lips

 

Because when the claws like daggers

Slide across my face

 

When its jaws slowly sink

Into my warm flesh

 

I try to fight it

But its strength is uncontestable

 

When the life drains from my body

And my eyes go dark

 

I smell the rancid breath

Of the savage feline

 

The illusion of the harmless house cat

Fades into a wild predator

Willing to carve out my organs

 

It plays in my dead carcass

And swims in my pool of blood

 

When my body is no longer my own

And my soul drifts away from this world

 

My only regret

Is that the friend that I once snuggled

Was the cause of my doom

 

The death cat sings its praise

And licks the bits of meat

In the crevices of its daggered teeth

 

It feels no regret for killing

Even when his former master lies dead at its feet

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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