Fur Fly Poems | Examples

Blast!

The madness of the cats began.  They came from Ulthar and
Singaloon, in my dreams, and from cellars and old steeples by day.

By Day! I saw the twitching tails snake madly, as yellow eyes
glared hungry and I feared for my flesh.

You think I am mad.  But you haven’t seen the horde of furred
demons crouching in the shadows of chairs, squirming out of closets,
heard them yowling in the old barns.

“They’re after me,” I cried to my wife, but she only purred.
“I need a sedative, anything to help me sleep,"  I told my
doctor, but he only offered me a saucer of warm milk.

I called the police, and they just suggested the Animal Rescue.  I
told them what I was going to do instead, and slammed down the phone.

My wife mewed insincerely, till the rat poison finished her.
My next-door neighbor asked too many questions, till I distracted him
with cat-nip, so that he didn’t see my knife.

Now the police are outside, they want my rifle, and think
because I am only a mouse who cannot climb trees, that I won’t fight.

Let them come in.  The buckshot will make their fur fly!