spindly harbinger of death
curled around my feet at night
lithe and poised, you sit calmly, licking your lips amidst the rain and wind
soundlessly sneaking about the yard
anything that dare cross your path will have its brains removed from its skull
and you, oh considerate feline, will drag the lifeless body inside
a neat pile of corpses
as a gift and offering
thanks for the zombie rabbits
and headless mice
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