My Cat

A nonchalant paw hangs, eye’s shut, ears open My sentimental pretence maintains your interest You do not know my cruelty, my brutality, my malice Your sustaining hand is safe…for now Lithe shoulders slink in alternate motion Unblinking, gyroscopic saucer eyes bore into my target Locked on, committed, beyond recall, the safety is off A spring now uncoiled, scribes an arc, sudden death from above I gaze through you, aloof and unimpressed A carefree yawn, a stretch then, back to murderous fantasy Surgically sharp, speed and precision is my marque I am death, the consummate killer…Oh, my name? …It’s Tiddles