Bit of Dark Humour

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Skeletons At My Feet Now Lay



Broken from sheath and left behind
A bloodied claw, now unconfined,
Stalking through the dead of night
leaving only a mound of deceased in sight.

Where once ran happy mice at play
only their skeletons at my feet now lay,
Oh, who caused this brutal attack?
My humble, innocent-eyed, black cat.





Poetry by liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-07-19 at 12:47

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Black Knight
That's truly cruel, but in my eyes,
The satisfied cat is better than mice.

Amusing small poem )). I like it.
2009-07-19