Early this morning,
not quite the shilling,
my hair rustled
like a recent killing
of something black and once alive,
big black
Lucifer
dived at my head.
We tussled for five
in the warmth of my bed,
he pawed my hand like a prize
and his yellow eyes
were electric
and light.
He likes to fight.
His tail beats black against my navel.
He plays under the sheets like an excitable angel.
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 12:08 PM UTC
Early this morning,
not quite the shilling,
my hair rustled
like a recent killing
of something black and once alive,
big black
Lucifer
dived at my head.
We tussled for five
in the warmth of my bed,
he pawed my hand like a prize
and his yellow eyes
were electric
and light.
He likes to fight.
His tail beats black against my navel.
He plays under the sheets like an excitable angel.
(this is about my cat, not the source of all evil. although my cat is pretty evil. that's why I called him Lucifer...)
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