Swirling darkness a misty shroud slinking along - an ebony cat slitted eyes white glistening fangs soft paws coming silently ever closer - ever closer into your dreams metamorphosing into nightmares tiny fangs sink deep penetrating your reality a deadly bite - a killing bite blood spills - crimson blossoms soaking into your bed a killing blow a death strike now you lay dead many questions but none will know Death is now haunting the night
Very chilling indeed. Well written poem. The horror just creeps up. Perhaps its your own pet turned demon or worse. Such a sweet kitty turned killer, whether in real life or in dreams, the ending is the dame:DEATH.
When Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in.
It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more..