Cat (A Horror Tale?)

Imagine if you had a Cat
With such a soul diseased
So twisted to her evil core
You'd wish yourself released
(Or its malevolence appeased)

Kitty hunts and murders birds
The feathers fill her paws
She then returns and nuzzles me
Blood dripping from her jaws
(I'll never know the cause)
She wrestles with her collar
And will not deign to walk
Her hisses and her howlings
Much like a human's talk
(Or parrots when they squawk)


When one tries just to pet Cat
She hisses out of spite
And lashes out and scratches
Or sometimes tries to bite
(She's like this every night)

She turns her nose up at her food
I give her just the best
She pecks it once and walks away
And vomits up the rest
(Is this some sort of test?)

At night when I retire
And climb into my bed
She wakes me every hour or so
By swatting at my head
(Or places better left unsaid)

For years I've suffered with this Cat
I've regretted every day
And yet I wonder why I fear
To give this thing away
(Or how much I'll have to pay)

She's been this way for 20 years
Ever since she lost her brain
My wife, you see, her name is Cat
And she's hopelessly insane
(That's all I will explain)

Author's Note:

Just another nutball attempt at writing poetry. It made it's way to Danielle's Art of Horror site at some point, I think. Just another attempt at finding the Gorey, Silverstien barrier.

The rest are even worse.