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Oregon Demon Cat

The demon cat
Lived in Medford Oregon

The demon cat was a ******* cat
His eyes were filled with demonic energy
He stared at you

Looking into your very soul
Filled with anger, and hatred
For the entire human race

He seemed at times
To be not from this planet
Perhaps an alien species
Studying the human race

Or perhaps he came
Form hell itself

The demon cat loved to torment visitors
For some reason he hated the man’s daughter

The cat would stare at her from his perch
Down the hall from the old man

Then he would run at her
Screaming like an escaped banshee
Straight out of hell

She told her dad
Either the cat goes
Or I go

He said
See you later

The demon cat smiled
At the small victory

And she left the house
With the demon cat
Screeching good bye
Strange Cat Watching Me

A cat sits on the edge of a bed
Watching me watching him
Both of us thinking
What sort of strange creature this is
That has invaded our personal space
Upending our daily routines

The cat came up to me
Staring at me
with his soulful eyes
Boring into my very soul
Looking for answers
To these dark fundamental questions

The cat smiles a mysterious smile
And purrs in contentment
Having found an answer of sorts
And indicates that we can be friends
As long as I know
That he is the boss of me

And I pet him
the time honored
Ritual of human cat interaction
That dates
back to the dawn of time

When humans and cats
First became aware
Of the other
Strange creature
that shared
our planet

Cat Dreams **** Humans

cat sitting smiling
cat lost in buddha trance thought
cat dreams **** humans
three cat poems
Erian Sep 21
Crow’s sung in the wakening night
Causing ghosts and ghouls to stir up a fright
Kingdoms broken down in ominous sight

A moon drowned in red
Hanging on by a thread
Scarecrows wandering from field to field
A night escaping by echoing cries

Where the black cats pounce through dusk
Where witches laughter is cold to the touch
A whisper heard in the atmosphere
Halloween is near
Jo Organiza Sep 20
Akong iring nanglungkab ug bahaw,

nganong 'di naman tawn ni siya maminaw,

gilutuan na gani ug inihaw,

nangita pa ug bahaw,

'Di man sad ganahan ug sabaw,

ako na intawn mabuang ug mahimo'g amaw.
My cat is always pregnant, so i called her borricat.
Ang makasabot, sabta.
Twitter: @JoRaika
Mark Sep 12
Mum says on the count of three
Don't be scared, ok, now we'll try it again on five
Go ahead and take your first dive
Then you will know you are truly alive
Take it slowly and learn to jive
Go hopping from tree to tree
Walk the power and clothes line, you'll be fine
You don't even have to pay for electricity, it's free
Drop down to the grassy knoll, if you need to dine
I hear the wiggly worms are great, this time of year
You'll be alright my smooth gliding young dear
Opps! Sorry son, I forgot to tell ya 'bout the neighbourhood cat
****, RIP my last son, I always forget to mention that
That's the last baby birdy for me, I'm all done.
Jeff Lewis Sep 11
I have a universe
in my pocket... and some
lint. The world
at my fingertips,
all knowledge awaits
and forty two cents
in change rattles next to it.
I have a universe
in my pocket and what...? I
use it to watch cat videos
and trade petty barbs
with fellow trolls under a bridge.
spine tingles
and cracks
a Goddess
finds me in
a crystal ball

i howl at the
empty sky
hoarse scream
into a single

some meaning
must come of
all this

or i'll just be
a yowling
in the yard.
working on my word flow and word choice specifically. might edit soon.
Mitch Prax Aug 30
I have forgotten
how many cats she has but
****, are they lucky

6:24 PM
Emmanuella Aug 5
Smoothly, she slinks onto the window sill,
silky body settling before tall pane of glass;
Outside, the city’s down and out
Outside, the city’s golden light
and darkest dark.
She curls,
long tail around slick body
and stares out
for the one who stares back.

It’s an empty window opposite,
A single frame of
oh, what her life could be.
She’s never seen more
doesn’t yearn to,
Just for her amore
her golden tabby love.

Ah, there he is,
a pounce atop window sill;
he stares at her
who stares back
his joli chat noir (pretty black cat).

But it’s all too soon
when she’s wrapped in arms too smooth
and a voice,
lacking feline’s purr
“Ah, puppy love, Rosette.
It’s all  just puppy love.”
"A Cat's Romance is but puppy love..."
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