stealthy creeping, belly low
furtive feline, eyes aglow
tender prey in perilous plight
silver bell on collar quiet
padded feet, ghostly paws
constant feeding hungry maw
switch on the charm, allowed inside
to curl cozy, warm and dry
in the wee hours as I sleep
you clutch and claw, tear and rip
jump on counters, dishes tip
I wake and stumble, search to find
a monster of a different kind
a furry fiend under couch or bed
dragged out by tail or yowling head
despite my rage I am impressed
ask the question with panting breath
how can a creature of such renown
purveyor of death without a sound
be so DAMN LOUD?
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