The Grinning Skull

You see, I once had a cat

A great, old thing

Fur tattered and matted

No matter how often brushed

A color of odd brown

With speckles of white and gray

Had crooked whiskers and one eye

That glowed like an ember still alight

The old thing would purr and wake the dead

Demanding even them to stroke that head

And often they would with yellowed bones

As we chatted about stories lost to time

And they would laugh as they crumbled to dust

And my great, old cat would wander off

Now curious with something else then me or the dead

Often times the thing would slink outside 

Then off it'd go, most likely to chase some bird or mice

But you see that even when stuck a killing blow

By the billowing tires of some rusted old truck

That cat was such a thing that even death couldn't stop em

For even when that cat died time and time again

It would raise its bone bare head and stare at me 

Then that thing would meow at me, staring with a golden soul

And I would hum and laugh as I stroked that grinning skull

It would arch its back at that, purring and rumbling

Before that withered body slumped againt mine

And the dead would come by to talk with me again

All our hands scritching that bone bare head.