(A poem I attributed to my long lost cat furriend, Choco.)
There were those furry, fuzzy
creatures, down by that infantry
of rigid fellas and fellers
pillaging the purring. Snoopers!
Calibrated caps catapulted
under the hooves, relegated
those fierce commands whistling
the cathartic noble killing.
Behind that barb-wired stately
doom, they marched atop bravely
death-deaf armoury. Deadening;
Slayers! They were unbound,
them, D’ Slayers! Paws abound
a cantankerous populace, seething
with half-awakened dreaming.
Slayers! Mewing in their newly-
strung strength, hollered out. Vainly
as the iron-grip hinted out beginning
of solace. Slayers! Echoes beseeching.
And then, them poor purring crushed
upon cuddles. The spiting hushed
upon cushions. Comforting hours sat
a pet, a pat. Mollycoddlers chitchat.