The Cat

A poem for animal lovers

I came across the cat last night.

Alone and dying in the absence of light,

I reached a hand and it shuddered away,

But now the cat listens to what I say.

He sits here on my lap,

Whilst he takes his long, dead naps.

Years ago I saved the cat.

And that is an unfortunate fact.

For the cat is evil; there is no doubt.

As it forces all life out.

Those I've loved and those I've known,

Have all ended up so cold and alone.

The cat would cross their path,

And incurred would be its wrath.

Some evil never sleeps,

and their souls, the cat would reap.

He sits here now on my chair,

With glistening eyes that constantly stare. 

I wonder when I will become the same,

As all those others the cat has maimed.

He sleeps with me now in silent content.

As I await the coming of that event.