Evil Pets Poems | Evil Poems About Pets

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Details | Free verse |


Thump, thump, bumpty, bump
I can hear you above
My instincts have kicked in
I can't eat anymore
I can only imagine what you taste like
My mouths watering
That savoury moment
Please for heaven's sake
Stare in my eyes 
So I can hypnotize
Forget to lock my cage
Then I will make my way
Up the stair 
To meet my prey

Copyright © Tahira Parveen | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic Verse |

My pets

i rock the chair
with my pets in pair..........
..........shi & smert .......two in a trail.
Little bony lass with furry tail, 
scratching floor with calm pace.
Smert my dear is quite a pale 
gwaking shadows in fierce gaze.
..........A penchant for both 
i keep them close............
one over lap................
others on toes.
They follow me in nights and days
in box of chocolates or packs of lays.
I pat them to sleep,
they wake me up in dreams. 
Morning pass in their stinks,
blood red thoughts & eyes painted pink.
No sleep in dreams .....
not safe in guards,
shi & smert scratching down marked wards.
Bloody paws, stained sheets
they'll hover till they finish feed. 
Till last chunk of meat..........
sticks over to me .

Copyright © Jyoti Kandpal | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Pie anyone

Don’t often see him

7/8 asleep

But I’m sometimes surprised

Brushing my feet

Purring and arching

And pushing up high

Ecstasy shows in a half closed eye

Black white and furry

Real smooth to the touch

But not really keen on fussing that much

So soft and cuddly you fail to remember

He has in his mind a deadly agenda


Hey human, scratch me here, scratch me there

You only think that you’re covered in hair

You feed me Iams and think I’m so nice

But I really prefer the heads of live mice

The warden of the garden on constant patrols

Listening for sounds like the digging of moles

One eyes the ground the other the sky

Watching and waiting for things that might fly

For this week I have but one major goal

To tear that magpie another arsehole


He goes for me when he can, him and his mate

One will tease me from my lair the other lies in wait


They got me in a tree one day I was hanging off one paw

Down came the magpie crow, I couldn’t hold on much more

One quick peck and I let go

Bloody hard that beak you know

Hit a few branches way below

Crash -landed on the floor


I’ll get some food, maybe a nap and

Lick my paw like nothing has happened

I’ll strut and swagger and act so sublime

Knowing that pie is on borrowed time


I go out at night while they aren’t around

Scout around and find some new ground

Under a bush I make a new lair

Lie in wait for my friend of the air


I eat a few moths spend a night on the tiles

And maybe I’ll doze for a time

Aha they’re near you can hear them for miles

If he lands up close he’s mine


Hello Jake you look all smug

After your night on the town

You had better get on to your rug

And have a good lie down


Dream a dream of shredded bird

Dying all a quiver

Bet you didn’t expect me

To be chewing on your liver


Sorry about the garden mess

Hope it doesn’t make you queasy

We had a tear up I must confess

And he came apart real easy

- this is a poem by my dad about our pet cat "jakey"

Copyright © Glinda Host | Year Posted 2017