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I have a cat


I have a cat

That is unfriendly

My skin their claw mat

Claws that claw a-plenty

 

I have a feline

Looks of silvery gray

Slips of maroon along it’s chine

Tips of fur starting to fray

 

I have a cat

I always tell my friend

I have a feline

But the inquisitive stares never end

 

I have a cat

The last thing I see

It’s eyes gleaming at

The blood dripping out of me

 

She said she had a cat

How were we to know

She never had a cat

It was a razor that made those neat rows

 
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