A flicker of murder – a blood stained mind.
Perversive ripples caress fires of lust,
Death’s bayonets, shimmering blades entwined,
Scraping her burning flesh with constant thrusts
Effusing from inside, growing firmer
By the minute, as starvation murmurs.
Faint sounds of a food bowl laid to ground
And the human call, a golden chorus.
Flamed feline temptation spryly unbound
As legs hurry. The air so porous
In quality, leaking the noisome scent
Of cold slaughtered meat; a wave of consent.
Danger! A larger predator, growling
Near the chopped browning carcass; jelly veiled.
Slowly it slides, in its void patrolling,
Minacious movements of intent detailed
Before the cat’s gaze. Further dreadful sounds
As the malevolent giant more compounds.
Summer winds powerfully heave outside,
Fondling the threatened feline’s brindled fur.
For her food she must by the titan glide
Into the kitchen – where relief can purr
And devour; she then dissolves through the gap
As the door is blown to it’s closing snap.
© Edward Beaman-Hodgkiss
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Hey Beaman! Your new blog looks great and I wish you lots of success. This happens to be one of my favourite poems from you. It definitely captures the cute but murderous feline personality