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  • Writer's pictureAlice Wyatt


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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