Packie the one eyed zombie cat,
Dwells within ruins of the human.
He's perfections perfect pet,
For decays living dead.
Pick of the litter, felines decrepit,
Tooth and nail, this kitty stands tall
A savory rodent treat, for it's owners,
Spreading it's viral infection,
It gives loves devotion, his complete,
What a expectational companion,
No hell hound can compare,
To charms lifeless lap kitten.
Playful little cuss, is he rolling around,
His intestinal track yarn ball,
With veracity's curiosity.
Satin's spawn, this sadistic devils own,
*****-cat, *****-cat, where have you
With a sly, grinning smile, I've gone
To the pet cemetery, and dug up a friend.
Two little zombie cats, playfully tossing,
Around a severed human head.
Are they just the most adorable,
Living dead kittens ever.
Why not, a tall tail it maybe,
But what other pet, would one
Expect a zombie, to have anyway.
Winking with his, one good eye,
He purrs, fallen into the sleep of the
Undead, dreaming of being alive again.
But remember anything is possible,
After all it is Saint hollows eve.
To all the zombie lovers
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN