Dinner

No nonsense was harmed in the making of this Poem.

Oh bloody  Hell, it's back again.

I was positive I'd confused my path.

Tired of sprinting, a Fool, I truly sinned.

As per my nature, I couldn't fathom it's wrath.

This is what becomes of hopeless flight.

Doomed to misjudge the distance ahead.

Turned 'round now I must prepare to fight.

Forgive me if I'm tardy, I may be newly dead.

What beast gives chase to unlucky me?

Name this terror as it stalks and prowls?

If you insist. Not like I'll dodge destiny.

It's a foregone conclusion now I hear the growls.

You'll think me foolish.  Well more than you already do.

You'll shake your head in exasperation.

You'll lean forward before the strike for a better view.

Eager to behold my imminent exsanguination.

I can smell it now, it's rumble loud in my chest.

Not a step can be heard, no glimpse at my fate.

It's shadow slides across the ground, no jest.

I fear I'm shortly to become significantly late.

I close my eyes, I've no stomach to observe.

In a velvet motion it's displeasure spat.

I feel it's breath caressing every nerve.

F**k. I forgot to feed the Cat.