24 May 2015

saw the signs

found a wounded bird
died from being plucked to death
I couldn't resist
I wanted a feather
naked bird tossed on cold concrete

sweet little kitty
it was all cute and fluffy
the screams it meowed
from gas and a match
that's what I call one done cooked cat

babysit your child
just ignore my evil grin
or the drool on my chin
feel free to take all night
so I can take my time
then come home to your worst nightmare

Copyright © 2015 by Patrick B Vince

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