Friday, November 9, 2018

Tug Dumbly # 48 - Your Cat Would Kill You if it Could


Your Cat Would Kill You if it Could

Your cat would kill you if it could
would have your guts for garters,
if sweet kitty kitty weren't so itty bitty
she'd crunch ya like a cicada.

As she curls in your lap and brushes your leg
and purring pursues your voice
she's much the same as a girl on the game,
to eat she's got no choice.

But that playful paw that pads your hand,
that claws that ball or blanket
would open your head like a cat-food can
for a brainy buffet banquet.

In her backyard savanna she's got the manner
of all of the feline clan,
she's born with the nature, just lacks the stature
to pounce and crash-tackle a man.

She's a miniature killer that moggy Attila
dreaming dreams on your pillow so fresh
of every sparrow being her master
and every mouse her doting mistress
and the sweet taste of human flesh.


2 comments:

  1. and your chooks would chow down on ya
    if ya lay down long enough in the coop ...
    not the tidiest diners either ...


    I like Moggy Attila for a band name

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